So there I was, banging away at the keyboard, smoke coming out of it due to the speed of my single digit frenzy, proud that I can type at least ten words a minute as long as said words are not too long.
Yes another Orphan chapter was taking place. then my digits crossed as I was trying to type e with my left hand and p with my right. After untangling the mess and unknotting my damaged fingers, I started thinking.
Now thinking for me is dangerous, I go off in tangents and the result is that my beloved story, crafted and honed to imperfection gets left behind as I start 'thinking'.
How many novels could I write if I could type with more than one finger on each hand? War and Peace?; those huge great things by James Clavell; perhaps the occassional Harry Potter type book so I can make my millions?
If I can type at ten words a minute using two fingers can I write at eighty words a minute if I use eight? and what about the thumbs, are they useful for anything other than holding things and thumbing a lift? Surely, those great wordsmiths must use their thumbs too?
Deep thoughts.
Are well I had better continue with the story..........
Sue