'(I have to wait until the story comes all the way down my arms, until the tips of my fingers tingle and then, I’m off).'
This sentence resonated with me so hard that I actually gasped. Out loud.
Like you, I'm a trained journalist. I've worked freelance, mainly in music. Andvthen, I got ill and couldn't make it to gigs. But in my heart, I've always been a writer. I say to my husband on a regular basis that my fingers are itching. And there's nothing quite like feeling my hands fly across the keyboard; or even getting writers cramp from scribbling away in my notebooks when I get the rare chance to work in my favourite cafe.
Usually when I say that my fingers are itching, my kids give me the side eye look; "what are you on about, mum?" But some people, possibly like you, completely get it.
'(I have to wait until the story comes all the way down my arms, until the tips of my fingers tingle and then, I’m off).'
This sentence resonated with me so hard that I actually gasped. Out loud.
Like you, I'm a trained journalist. I've worked freelance, mainly in music. Andvthen, I got ill and couldn't make it to gigs. But in my heart, I've always been a writer. I say to my husband on a regular basis that my fingers are itching. And there's nothing quite like feeling my hands fly across the keyboard; or even getting writers cramp from scribbling away in my notebooks when I get the rare chance to work in my favourite cafe.
Usually when I say that my fingers are itching, my kids give me the side eye look; "what are you on about, mum?" But some people, possibly like you, completely get it.