Even when there’s no pen in my hand, or a keyboard at my finger tips, I find myself creating stories of all kinds: the socially awkward boy, who skipped out on prom because he didn’t get a date. The loyal fish. The artist who dropped his sandwich.
Random yes…but all make me laugh, cry and wonder why I spend so much time up in my noggin, versus doing what needs to be done. I suppose this storytelling is a form of procrastination…but whatever, there’s never a dull moment up there. Especially when my thoughts end up with a foreign accent while I narrate, and colourful pictures start flashing before my eyes.
Yep…imagination is fantastic…and yes, I am sane. I just have an overactive imagination.
Hope everyone enjoyed their weekend.