I remember a photograph of a journalist friend of mine sitting in the middle of a war zone - Beirut I think - with his typewriter on a broken table batting the keys to get the story out. Rubble and smoke behind him. No mobiles or computers then. His forehead wrinkled, eyes focussed on the paper in the typewriter, words pouring from his fingers.
That's the dedication a writer needs. Hopefully I won't ever find myself writing in a war zone.
At Rose Cottage we are as far from a war zone as possible but words do flow here with pencil, paper and computer.
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