My mind starts to explain these intriguing scenes. A story may follow. I have a version of the old expression: "The story writes itself." "The story paints itself." Images ARE stories. Stories are paintings. Every word is a color waiting to be splashed on the blank canvas of your journal. Adjectives are vivid colors. Verbs are streaks of paint that add motion to the story. Nouns are dashes of light and dark making forms emerge. Here's a little haiku I created: The majestic sky. Star, hung silently, deep sigh. Can't reach you. Too high. Close your eyes and imagine it. Use the words to paint the image. What color was the sky? Who was reaching for the star? What did the star look like? Were there other stars there? Readers will add "frosting" effortlessly as the words are read and projected in the mind's cinema. How can that be? Creating images from words that are not even there? THAT is the magic about writing. Your words will not only paint the obvious images, but will also drum up the unpredicted, unique colors and shapes tucked in the minds of your readers.
Let art inspire your words.
Let words inspire art.
Go ahead. Paint yourself a story.