I Write in Silence

Music of My Heart Makes Images/Translates Them Into Words and thus — Flow ~

There’s Enough In My Head, Keep The Outside, Out until the Symphony Flows | Photo by Patrick Fore on Unsplash

I could be reading a piece (on Medium) when my ADHD brain gets a wiggly idea. Out of the wiggly idea tube, the skinny boy of six jiggles. He runs to the roof, mouth open — singing.

Oh-joy, joy, joy, he sings. I hear him. And story ideas gather force.

But I don’t jump to the keyboard without asking what the story wants (most of the time). Everyone in my image world is a character…

Examples

My heart opens to the mountain:

Mt. Shasta — photo by the author

What do you have to say, Mountain Shasta? A blending station for love…

Worlds of Light Below a Bed:

Light Underneath My Bed (not a story yet) by the author

Process

I do chores, such as washing dishes or laundry. Stray ideas pop into visualized form and zap-zow. I ponder and juggle them there ideas. They appear based on what the story wants. My cinematic journey unfolds. A…