I have a sort of joke with a friend, that I want to be successful enough as a writer to run away to a witch cottage. A small house, where I could have a little garden that was mostly flowers and herbs, where I could get a dog to hang out with me and the cats, and where I could be the eccentric neighborhood lady who writes. Where I could just write, and not have to engage with the public-facing parts of writing (social media in particular, which still feels far more necessary than I would like it be) unless I wanted to.
A uniquely portable magic
A uniquely portable magic
A uniquely portable magic
I have a sort of joke with a friend, that I want to be successful enough as a writer to run away to a witch cottage. A small house, where I could have a little garden that was mostly flowers and herbs, where I could get a dog to hang out with me and the cats, and where I could be the eccentric neighborhood lady who writes. Where I could just write, and not have to engage with the public-facing parts of writing (social media in particular, which still feels far more necessary than I would like it be) unless I wanted to.