I love that you have stories of attic spaces that are rich with self-discovery and always with the concrete object of a writing desk to ground that journey. The many attics in my life have always been dark and dirty spaces to fear and avoid. I feel like I have missed out on some essential rite of passage as a writer. I guess we each make our way in the spaces that open up for us.
I love that you have stories of attic spaces that are rich with self-discovery and always with the concrete object of a writing desk to ground that journey. The many attics in my life have always been dark and dirty spaces to fear and avoid. I feel like I have missed out on some essential rite of passage as a writer. I guess we each make our way in the spaces that open up for us.
Kellie, that last sentence of yours is profound.