Writers write. Right? Author Michael S. Fedison nails the paradoxical reality that fuels many of us…
Where is your special place, the place where you block out the clutter and noise and distractions, and let your creative energy flow?
Mine is an old oak desk that my father used to use when he was a student in school, decades ago. It’s solid, heavy, and not designed for the accoutrements of 21st-century digital technology. But it’s my little oasis to think and dream and create.
My father actually passed the desk on to me while I was still living with my parents, a high school student with my eyes peeled toward the future, the promise of ten thousand tomorrows, of horizons to be explored and aspirations realized. We are old friends, my desk and I. The oak is scarred in spots, dented in others, victim to the long passage of time and the elements. But the imperfections merely serve to make it more approachable, more real, more
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