Changing Gears | Francine Rivers
Rick always knows when I’m getting antsy to begin writing again. He can sense the inner tension in me, the restlessness. Maybe I get a twitch or something. Maybe I grind my teeth. Sometimes I drum my fingers on the counter, as though there is an invisible keyboard. Not that anything I would write at a time like that would make sense. My fingers begin to ache. Literally. Typing keeps arthritic pain at bay. A pain-free ... Read more