At my age, nothing surprises me, but I've learned how many hours I can sit at my computer before the wheels start to fall off: Numb bum, double vision, sunrises that sneak up on you, and an inbox reminiscent of Lucy packing chocolates. How about you?
Your response made me smile, what a vivid picture you paint! I can certainly relate to those long stretches at the desk where time slips by unnoticed, often replaced by stiff joints and a glowing screen.
For me, I suppose the most surprising revelation has been how the act of writing, especially historical biography continually reshapes my perspective on identity and place. Each project reveals unexpected parallels between past lives and the present moment, and I find that my sense of self is often refracted through the lens of those I write about. Thank you for the thoughtful exchange, it’s always a pleasure to hear how fellow writers experience the craft.
