The profession of writing

Sleepless nights to write, the fingers that tremble on the keyboard almost incapable of revealing the story that is going to be told, scattered sheets and notes on the chalkboard in the apparent disorder of my complete vision, liters and litres of coffee, my stomach burning for anxiety and fatigue, my good Freddie that beats strong and irregular because of the emotion and lack of … Continua a leggere The profession of writing