London isn't advocating mere hustle here—he's dismantling the romantic myth that creativity visits the deserving like divine grace. The "club" suggests something almost violent, a willingness to bludgeon through resistance and comfort alike, which means inspiration often arrives *after* you've already started working, not before. A novelist staring at a blank page for weeks won't find the muse; she'll find her by writing badly for an hour, then badly less so the next day, until something recognizable emerges from the wreckage.