A lovely view of how writing can feel when you are in the full flow of it, writing from the heart as much as with the pen. Marvelous moments when time suspends and everything but the words and medium for writing them down are in front of you.
‘For it would seem – her case proved it – that we write, not with the fingers, but with the whole person. The nerve which controls the pen winds itself about every fibre of our being, threads the heart, pierces the liver.’
Source: Virginia Woolf, Orlando: A Biography, ed. with an introduction by Rachel Bowlby (Oxford: World’s Classics, 1992), p. 232