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I've been having an interesting discussion over email lately, which led to a question I wanted to ask other people.
At night, or when I'm in the car or even just sitting when it's quiet, I tend to tell myself stories in my head. Nothing I'd ever write down, just things/people I like and think about. I do that with words and occasional images. So it's like a book with illustrations as opposed to say, watching a movie.
My question is. When you think, do you do so in words, pictures or some other way? Or maybe you don't do the story thing at all and think I'm a big old weirdo. In which case, feel free to smile and back away.
At night, or when I'm in the car or even just sitting when it's quiet, I tend to tell myself stories in my head. Nothing I'd ever write down, just things/people I like and think about. I do that with words and occasional images. So it's like a book with illustrations as opposed to say, watching a movie.
My question is. When you think, do you do so in words, pictures or some other way? Or maybe you don't do the story thing at all and think I'm a big old weirdo. In which case, feel free to smile and back away.
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I don't know how people can manage *without* telling themselves stories. I do it all the time, although sometimes the story is "what I will say if..." or "what will happen when I get there..."
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I can see how that would be a problem in terms of writing. But it's really interesting that you see them that way.
I'm not surprised that people on here tell themselves stories, but I wonder if the same would be true in a non-fannish/creative space? For example, I doubt James does. In all the time I've known him he's never read a book, which astounds me.
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I can't imagine never reading a book - though, these days, I have internet-concentration and my reading is much more broken up than it used to be. And it's weird, but apparently other people don't tell themselves stories. My son seems to be able to have a blank mind. When I'm in the car, although I'm concentrating on driving, there's usually a part of me busily thinking about something else. Boy, in the passenger seat, is thinking of nothing. Very odd.
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I don't know if I find the idea of a blank mind soothing or not. In one way it must be, on the other. I don't think I'd like that at all.