Writers always need time and silence to do their work, and never more so than we are writing a first draft. Life intrudes, as it should, because we are people first and writers second. But still a part of us longs for a clean, quiet place in which to do our work.<\/p>\n
“Give me, O indulgent fate!
\nGive me yet, before I die,
\nA sweet but absolute retreat
\n‘Mongst paths so lost, and trees so high,
\nThat the world may ne’er invade
\nThrough such windings and such shade
\nMy unshaken liberty.”<\/p>\n
Anne Finch
\nCountess of Winchilsea<\/p>\n
Do you have a writing retreat? A time of day or a place all your own, where you can listen to the Muse and bask in the utter silence of creation?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Writers always need time and silence to do their work, and never more so than we are writing a first draft. Life intrudes, as it should, because we are people first and writers second. But still a part of us longs for a clean, quiet place in which to do our work. “Give me, O …<\/p>\n