Last week I was communing with nature in the ocean. At 60 feet down, I had a different view of the world. The ocean is neither stagnant nor silent. There is a current, yet the fish can remain about in the same spot.
Writing, if it remains stagnant, strangles the oxygen from the reader and the writer. If good advice from others is ignored, the writing can suffer. Yet, the mindless chattering of those who know it all becomes loud munching much like the critters that devour the coral.