Things. Objects. Junk. Stuff. I have a lot of it, and sometimes I feel as though it has me. In the rooms where I write, I am haunted by great writers; the floor-to-almost-ceiling bookshelves packed […]
Things. Objects. Junk. Stuff. I have a lot of it, and sometimes I feel as though it has me. In the rooms where I write, I am haunted by great writers; the floor-to-almost-ceiling bookshelves packed […]