Still working out of the office today, although I think I lost the monkeys on my tail through a series of random turns around the Cherry Creek section of Denver on my way to a lunch meeting. I’ve now got myself a nice little nook in my local library, with a reserved room for most of the afternoon so I can actually make the phone calls I need to make without disturbing other library patrons.
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Many writers have barely enough room in their lives and homes for a writing nook, let alone a whole office, but if you could have a room of one’s own, a la Virginia Woolf, what would it look like?
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