My Solitude…

My Solitude...

Writing doesn’t always happen behind a desk. Whether cluttered with unopened mail or clean and organized, I find my office space stale and anything but conducive to the creative process. The desk symbolizes confinement…a reminder of rigid control over form and structure. Writing should be free to roam the unknown and take risks. I owe many words to this quiet little rock at Brookside Park in Grantham, NH. Here, I set my imagination free; open my senses to absorb every detail around me.

Explore where you live to find your place of solitude. There is plenty of time for editing and form, so let go and add limitless dimension to your craft!


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