“Writing Room,” hell! If I find a genie to grant me a wish, I’m gonna have that motherfucker build me a whole house!
It would be in a remote location in the middle of nature somewhere. Rustic, inviting, inspiring. It’d look something like this:
Open air and a fire place? I think, yes!
The “veranda” (sounds much more stylish and conducive to writing than “porch”) would be the perfect place for temperate weather and chain smoking which I love to do when I write or read. When I used to smoke more heavily, and indoors, my poor keyboard was littered with ashes from cigarettes I forgot to ash as I pattered away at the keys.
Inside would be cozy, but spacious, and well-stocked with wine. And a hot tub. Of course there’d be a hot tub. Writing is strenuous work.
Oh shit, oh shit! Nevermind!
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