The Feeling
Sometimes I’ll write something and, when I’m done, I feel sick. Trembly and weak, with chills. Like I’m coming down with the flu. Or like I might throw up.
That feeling used to make me feel like I should delete whatever it was that I just wrote. Then, that same feeling would keep me from deleting it.
Everything I ever wrote that gave me that feeling turned out to be something good – something other people could really connect with.
I just thought of an idea for something to write. An old idea – something I’ve been considering and mentally outlining for a while – but with a twist that I just thought of half an hour ago.
Suddenly, my hands are trembling. Chills are speeding through me. Vomit seems imminent.
I haven’t felt that in a while.
I think I know what I’m going to write next.
