Writers craft their world with words, remember snippets of conversation, and collect memories, day drifts and build them into a vision to be shared. Beneath clouds, through the consciousness, the invisible soul. The icky tacky feelings that get stuck everywhere. The tactileful description that breathes life into imagined people, places, planets, times. Exhaling, verbs, verbose , a vrog in the vrote. Writers make mental notes, it has to be wrote, yes, it has to be written.
It has to be tote until it is unbearable, way too heavy that weight. This weight. Way too heavy these words running like a river through the neurals. Floral patterns, motifs and rhymes. This way. Writers craft their world with words.