The view from the bench in the Writer's Garden at Weymouth, a favorite place to sit and ponder in between pages. I'm here for a few days to work on the novel-in-progress. Took a walk through the big field to the woods yesterday and there were the three ravens... they keep me focused. Back to the desk in the magic mansion.
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"The Magic Mansion" is right. I still want to hear the sound of typing from the empty room.
Since the owner was a novelist, it makes sense that he can't quit -- even as a shade.
There's something about the idea of a writerly spirit typing endlessly, and presumably without the hope/curse of publication, that is both comforting and terrifying. :)
billie
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