Hahahahahahah! I just can not stop laughing and grinning to myself. Really funny illusive description of what you think of a writer when growing up;-

I do not know why but ever since I was a child, whenever I though of a writer I always imagined him/her sitting in a sun-lit room with white curtains with a paper and a pen. As I grew older it changed to this same person sitting by a fireplace, the sound of fire crackling in a mysterious aria just enough to quell the silence. Dark mahogany floors covered in books and journals just laying about. This person sits on a rustic old chair, taking occasional sips from his/her bourbon.

Your creative juice will flow with time on the computer Dearie! Smiles;-

My creative juices refuse to flow on a computer.

Yes Dear I agree. Great content and I love the closing too! Keep steeming Dearie;-

Perhaps, our brain just associates a certain feeling to a a certain medium and it is only that medium then that we can express that feeling through.

Do you agree?