Roger Bannister, the first athlete to break the four-minute mile.
“The world seemed to stand still, or did not exist. The only reality was the next 200 yards of track under my feet. The tape meant finality–extinction perhaps. I felt at that moment that it was my chance to do one thing supremely well. I drove on, impelled by a combination of fear and pride.”
Writers can identify with the first and last sentences. I have entered that writing zone where the words flow as if of themselves, where the world seems to stand still or doesn’t exist. The zone where you’re hunched over the keyboard, your eyes staring hard in concentration, and your fingers moving with a blur.
The feeling is similar to that of the runner’s high where your feet don’t seem to touch the ground, where your mind is floating and you don’t feel the beating your feet…
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