Catering to the Senses

There are squiggly, squirmy, smearing things in this city. Today I saw two. They are an unpleasant sight in the morning.

I finished my sixth draft of a children's story this evening. In the next few days, I will forget about it completely, and then take my surgical pen to it with a fresh mind. In the meantime, I'm also working on a much larger story of twelve equal parts, which is going well. I find it interesting to think of a story as something visual as I write it. Before this, and not since I was much younger, writing comics with friends, I thought of stories as words and feelings. But there's so much more going on than that, isn't there? It's almost as if a reader actually has all of his senses... maybe more than the author...