2004-12-06 - 2:08 p.m.
I'm seeking a little cabin in the woods. With a writer's nook and a window.
Just a little snow outside, please. And plenty of firewood and hot cider inside.
Ideally rent will be free.
No, you're not invited, don't even ask.
Of course mostly I will just go crazy and get really bored and lonely and obsess about the mouse in the wall and cry and laugh uncontrollably and not sleep and never write a goddamed word because renting a writing cabin is not about writing at all.
I think it's about fear instead.