I can’t quite explain it, but lately I can’t stop thinking about wanting to live in a tiny little house to write.
Maybe it would be in the woods or by the water… It is strange too as I have spent most of my life wanting a city life–that is even why I went to Minneapolis for college. I still want that too I suppose–yet I think the calm of isolation makes writing easier. Or perhaps it is just me getting old and hermit-y! How about you? Have you ever wanted to “just get away from it all”?