Nourishes bodies – universal sport, any kid with t-shirt and shoes can play.
Universal art – no lessons, tools or equipment. Page, pencil, thought. And an idea. Any idea.
Sentences, chapters of sorcery read slowly, blended to crescendo, knows no boundaries – shy-folk need not utter any aspiration. Write many thoughts, ablaze with mystery, wriggling with feeling. Then remove everything lacking sufficient value to stay.
Write it. All. Write another. Another. More words, more ideas. Weed, as you would your garden – some discarded, some transplanted, some left to grow wildly.
Edit down. Add back. Edit down, add something. Edit down, rearrange – don’t fall in love with particular words, fall in love with intriguing ideas. Writing becomes exotic, erotically intoxicates. So much buzz, no hangover.