From Bud Parr at Chekhov’s Mistress, we find that perfect little place of inner peace and creative energy, at Michael Pollen’s writing house in the woods:
From Bud Parr at Chekhov’s Mistress, we find that perfect little place of inner peace and creative energy, at Michael Pollen’s writing house in the woods:
Absolutley serene. A perfect writing place, for me anyways. :o)
Isn’t it just perfect? I think that about five of these strategically placed on 20 acres and inhabited by writers would be my idea of heaven.
And with internet connection of course.
Of course, internet. Perfection. :oP
Now, see, that would be a totally non-writing place for me. I’d spend all my time gazing out a window or walking in the woods. Maybe a little writing would get done, but it would be mostly about being in the woods. Still, I’d love it.
Sigh. Yes, I suppose blinds or curtains are in order. You’re right about the temptation to not only sit and stare, but wander out as well.