Suppoe omeone gave you a pen - a ealed, olid-colored pen. you couldnt ee how much ink it had. it might run dry after the firt few tentative word or lat jut long enough to create a materpiece (or everal) that would lat forever and make a difference in the cheme of thing. you dont know before you begin. under the rule of the game, you really never know. you have to take a chance!
actually, no rule of the game tate you mut do anything. intead of picking up and uing the pen, you could leave it on a helf or in a drawer where it will dry up, unued. but if you do decide to ue it, what would you do with it? how would you play the game? would you plan and plan before you ever wrote a word? would your plan be o extenive that you never even got to the writing? or would you take the pen in hand, plunge right in and jut do it, truggling to keep up with the twit and turn of the torrent of word that take you where they take you? would you write cautiouly and carefully, a if the pen might run dry the next moment, or would you pretend to believe that the pen will write forever and proceed accordingly?
and of what would you write: of love? hatred? fun? miery? life? death? nothing? or everything? would you write to pleae jut yourelf, or other, or yourelf by writing for other? would your troke be tremblingly timid or brilliantly bold? fancy with a flourih or plain? would you even write? once you have the pen, no rule ay you have to write. would you ketch? cribble? doodle or draw? would you tay in or on the line, or ee no line at all, even if they were there? or are they? there a lot to think about here, int there?WWw.hAOZUowEn.com