What do I do with my finger? Is there something to write about? Thanks, Linda, for giving us such a wonderful word to fill our Saturday brains. Let’s not forget http://www.beehalton.com for encouraging us along.
My fingers on a calculator, punching out numbers -adding, subtracting, multiplication and division. I like the way it feels, to hold my hand in position, pop, pop, popping on the keys -and never once giving into the temptation of looking down.
7 8 9
4 5 6
1 2 3
The figures must be gathered to discover the ending.
As I sweep across my keyboard, writing this post -I wonder how many letters do I strike per minute. I am fast -I know I am. Yet, am I faster than you? Do I care? I think I do! Yes, I want to pump out more words per second and see the results. Reading and re-reading each sentence, each line -only then, can I relax.
A day will come when my fingers do not work as they do now. How will I tell my story -without them? It is this very act of punching keys that I am able to give my words to the world -and rest. Will it bring me the same satisfaction -if someone else is pop, pop, popping the keyboard, as I talk? I don’t know!
The soothing sound blends with the movement of my fingers flying across those keys -spurring me on. The words spill from my mind, to my fingers -as they scurry back and forth. Will these words form as they do now -when I can no longer see them on the screen -as they are thought?
Can I make this change to my toes? I think…I cannot!