A thought process

behind the eyes of a writer: a series, part twelve

Originally posted on Behind the eyes of a writer blog

Is it a heart or mind that is captured when a story comes to live on the screen as if concocted as typed? A memory or imagery merges—paints itself across the screen as envisioned—with feelings and colors from a world that doesn’t quite exist, yet does.

And why is it that the light that shines now is any less real than the skin on my fingertips? The light illuminates what is normally dormant, overlooked, passé.

It’s as if the unspoken words say,

Thank you for helping me in ways I never could have imagined. You brought me to life. Now alive with purpose, I create, evolve and make dreams come true.

I love to create you too. Wherever you are, close your eyes and pretend you are with me. Even if you are not, in some way you still are. It works. Seriously.

Can’t you carve out a better way for yourself than what you currently allow to drive you?

Yes, but I don’t know how.

Just do it in the same way you’d carve a stone to feel your way to me. I listen. So will they.

[This is part twelve in my Behind the eyes of a writer™ series.]