The hands

The first thing on my mind.. Floating from region to region inside my brain in an unexplainable, distorted form is a plan. A blueprint. I need to get it down somewhere, on paper or other is a form which is re collectable and reusable at some later point of time.

Diary my thoughts.. It’s too boring and I have never felt that hand-mind connection that writers have felt, like the hands have become an extension of the mind, that it is the hand who hand actually plotted the whole thing down. That the hand is the cause of all errors.

Why should that be so?? Intellect is powerful than hands?? The power is actually an act of the hand who chose to write whatever the nervous system relayed to it. Lazy hands! You need processors!!