Today I did write something. And as I typed keys slowly but fiercely for hours, I came to realize that I did not dislike writing. To my surprise, a revelation hit me that I could love writing as I love reading! Another discovery is that writing exhausts me physically. Now I feel faint and my hands tremble a little bit. But there is something very comforting in this disabling bodily fatigue which, I hope, would again motivate me to produce more and more pages.
