While I much prefer to write first from the heart, and then rewrite with my head (Finding Forrester clip), occasionally during a quiet time I find myself writing (rehearsing?) in my mind.
As she came into the room, she asked what I was doing.
“I’m writing,” I said, and continued looking out the window.
Truth is, I had already written a draft and was simply polishing the thought, though many additions and addenda came about during this pondering.
And there was a tablet for notes on the table before me to help capture keeper thoughts and wild bones.