I looked on wikicommons for images of writer's actually writing. Turns out, there aren't a lot of pictures of that subject. I guess the laundry room is not that photogenic.
I found Mr. Styron at his desk in a little room between the garage and the kitchen of his Mart's Vineyard home. He wrote in pencil, in longhand.
You know him for Sophie's Choice and in my case, The Long March.
I think Martha's Vineyard has a great deal to offer as an author's residence. It's probably not right for me. I do think a nice cabin on a trout stream becomes more and more appealing. Maybe something in the driftless area of south-west Wisconsin. I like the prairie.
I wanted to show today the rather primitive and plain surrounds of a very influential writer.
If you're in the laundry room next to the drier, take heart. You've found the right place.
Now, off to write. Rotate the laundry for me after you finish the next page, will you? The basket is on the floor.
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