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bookmark detail From the Author - Lauren Groff - Rooms
I have a friend who writes outdoors. He likes the fresh air, he says, the light, the thousand shifting changes in the world. Outside, his imagination can go wild, like a pet cat that escapes and imagines itself feral until kibble-time.

This friend is the kind of person who makes you drunk with exuberance, and after I heard about his method, I decided that I, too, would become a plein-air scribbler, sunburnt and prolific. For an afternoon, I sat at the park down the street and waited for inspiration to descend like Glinda the Good Witch and touch me with her twinkly wand.

Instead, the white sky above was too much like a blank page, infinite in possibility, and, terrified, I slunk on home. I do best in small, dark places, and would probably write well in a closet, if it weren't for the indignity of sitting amongst the coats.
writing  fiction  shortstory  story  creativity  space  work  aesthetics  memory 
january 2009 by allaboutgeorge
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