Virginia Woolf once famously said that “a woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.” A lot has changed since the early part of the last century, but I’m pretty convinced that to writeanything it’s still really important to have your own room. Preferably, a quiet one.
A lot has changed for me since I last checked in. I remember writing my last blog posts in the wee hours of the morning in the living room of that sacred place across from Trinity Bellwoods park that came to be known as Vidal House (called that in part to mask it’s actual location on Gore Vale Ave – a necessary precaution that can’t be taken too lightly in the internet age – and in part, to honour Gore Vidal, because, well, he was a badass.) It seems so far removed that I…
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This beautiful life 