Forgive me, this essay will not be politic, it will be anatomical. Perhaps politely poetic.
Probably not polite, unless you are a doctor. Then it will be evocative and informative, as intended.
You can’t choose your audience tho, your audience chooses you.
I’ve heard third-hand from writing coaches (never hired one myself) that writing is a muscle. I see where they are coming from, but they’re mostly wrong. At least, it’s not skeletal muscle, nothing as sexy as a bicep, trap, or glute.
The part of writing you understand, is the external anal sphincter. The part under semi-voluntary control.
The part of writing which you don’t understand is everything else. Which is a good thing.
Like shitting, it’s probably good most of writing is subconscious, because if you could influence it you’d likely fuck it up. It’s better to focus on getting your small part right. Hence this article.
So let’s go over the anatomy shall we?
Food is your incoming experience. Shit is your artistic output. Experience passes through you, some of it becomes you, it’s better for your shit if your experiential diet is varied. Sometimes you store up too much experience when you should be shitting it out. Some experience is quite useless and there is simply no point in using it for anything but roughage. Sometimes you are lacking micronutrients in your experience and you thin, and sicken and waste. Sometimes you’re just missing the magic biota to help you extract meaning from your experience and you bloat and pain. It’s all pretty simple really. You know this, on another level. You merely must apply your knowledge to your life. I recommend blueberries. They are a good writing snack, good for your actual digestion, they smell nice and you really should find some to enhance your artistic shit as well.
You might think you don’t have shit. And from my perspective you’re artistically constipated but don’t mistake biology, or your psyche. You’re putting some shit out somewhere. Everyone shits or they die… horribly.
You shit and shit and shit
Eventually you look in the toilet bowl and say, that is good shit!
Then you put it up on the internet for everyone else to enjoy too.