Words in my head are written from my heart. Do you believe me? What came first, the chicken or the egg?
Letters of A-B-C and beyond are pushed down ever-so-slightly on computer keys. Simultaneously, magic appears on a flat screen of stark white. Oblong and lit from within. It’s bright, trimmed in silver with a tiny camera of perfect round embedded in the top middle. Often, I cover it with a yellow sticky note. Just to be safe.
I’m totally convinced that my heart sends words up, up, up toward my brain. Often my feelings are nearly tangible, as though I can reach inside to touch them far before the brain begins to wonder if or when they’re coming….
Perhaps my mind discovers topics or arranges words into proper sentences before they stare back at me from the bright light of white. Yes, it checks spelling and grammar and whispers in my ear if something doesn’t sound quite right when read aloud.
Still, it is my heart that engulfs all emotion before the mind drafts a single word upon a paper page.