I think in mostly words, sometimes pictures. I’ve been known to dash out of a room, rush to a computer or scribble things down in the middle of doing something else. Like two weeks ago I was standing at the sink, washing some dishes and my dad was talking about something. My mind started to wander and all of a sudden, I had just ‘written’ the middle of a story. I dashed to my room to write it all down before it escaped me. I carry around one of those black and white journal books just for things like that. Sometimes I just let my mind ramble but sometimes it comes up with really good stuff that I can’t bear to lose.