Making art in isolation

I always said, as a joke, I wanted to buy one of those old cottage motels and call it the “Write Your Damn Novel Motel.” No Internet, no TV, no refrigerator or coffee maker. Just a bed, a desk, and your damn butt-in-the-chair.  You get one prison-grade white towel with a green stripe down it,... Continue Reading →

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