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The Place Where I Write: Emily Wheeler
A place where I wrote: Jena, Germany, a small town in the former East Germany where my family and I moved at the end of the 1990s. Before that, a charm-free Continue reading
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A place where I wrote: Jena, Germany, a small town in the former East Germany where my family and I moved at the end of the 1990s. Before that, a charm-free Continue reading
A proper spot to sit and write—or think toward writing—is a green chair. I have a green chair set by a window, and, living in the woods, I should find it Continue reading
I’m kneeling on wet sawdust, under a gray winter sky in Washington’s Puget Sound. It’s early afternoon, the kids are at school, and I am looking at an overgrown—currently leafless—blueberry bush, Continue reading
Or: The Tail of the Tale by the Teeth The place where I write? It’s a little bookish hole so crammed with stacks of papers, so adorned with photographs and paintings Continue reading
It is early evening, not altogether very far from China, and a thought is blazing in my mind. So I steal away from the hut, where the smell of rice wine Continue reading