Writing itself is immoral.

Who are we to create our own culverts of reality, when a life has already been bestowed upon us?

Are we to embrace immorality? The page certainly says yes, but the rhetorical nature of this question is what ebbs the flow of emerging and established writers.

Seriously—write what you want to write.

Embrace immorality on the page, coddle unethicality amidst your keyboard, and tenderly concoct those intrusive thoughts into comprehensible stanzas and paragraphs.

The life we were given comes with endless rules and ethics, but writing does not come pre-determined; no, it is up to you, the writer with the leash of fiction, to allow the stroke or tapping of what it is you wish to explore on the page.

As we do with our bodies, words are meant to be explored; to touch with a burning curiosity, to retract with a determined steadiness, and to ponder over with an obsessive gaze.

Embrace fictional immorality.