Window to the World

  Words swirled through my mind as I pounded the keys and scribbled notes on my torn paper. In reality I was sitting in my office, a dull room with white walls, a computer and not much else. Void of all character. But to me it was the window to the world. Through the blank pages that flew across that screen I could travel anywhere in this world or in any other world. New adventures and characters awaited me at every press of the space bar: enthralling explorers, captivating princesses, dark phantoms, evil villains, wise grandmothers and courageous heroes.

Story after story, creations I was proud to call my own came out of that office. Few were any good, but as the years went by and my experience broadened, the characters became more true, the emotions more real and the stories more relatable. And with this I realized something. Even better than the window to the world, that office was my window to the human heart.