As I get older, I find things out about myself that I never realized before. They’re things that have been the same for all my life, but I just never noticed them.
For example, when I daydream, it isn’t all graphic. If I’m daydreaming about going on a boat trip, I may visualize water or even the deck of the boat. However, the main daydream is more like a script:
“The weather was calm that day. The waves were high enough to lap against the hull, but not enough to create any discomfort. The sun shone in a blue sky spotted with wispy cirrus clouds.”
I’m almost surprised that my brain soesn’t include stage and camera directions:
“Boat arrives from left. When it reaches center stage/screen, camera zooms in on small waves then pans up to people on deck shading eyes and looking forward.”
I guess it’s one of the hazards of being a writer. Artists probably see pictures, but we writers see words.
As I sat and wrote this blog, I happened to look at the top of the WordPress screen. There are two tabs labeled “Visual” and “Text”. Maybe my perspective isn’t so unusual after all.
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