Writing is exciting for me. I have been doing quite a bit of it lately for a book I am editing (Gender Perspectives in Early Childhood), and a couple of articles in the works.
Lately I have been noticing what happens to me a I write. Physically, my fingers fly over the keys and my eyes widen with excitement - I even lose my voice and become hoarse. As I start to express myself in a way that sounds good to me, and am able to put down what I have to say in words that ring literal and true, I find myself suddenly jumping up from my chair, and then proceed to running all about the house. It is as if the excitement is too much to bear. It feels dangerous in a way, thrilling. I do all sorts of unnecessary chores, all the while anxious to return to my writing, almost as if I am not allowed to go back to it just yet, just before I need to do this or that.
I hold the pleasure of having things to say at bay.
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