jeanyes

ann franking

except for a midday coffee date, i’ve been hiding in the attic all day writing.

i’ve only lived in this house a week. it’s a row home. was talking to a neighbor who grew up here. she told me her parents were best friends with the old owners. my bedroom used to be his studio. it’s wonderful for the creative process, a hermit’s wet dream. other than work and some other socializing, i rarely leave.

i’m dumbfounded by the focus with writing though. i think it’s a combo of the fact that i can concentrate up here, and that i detest this character.the only reason i haven’t killed her off is so i can continue destroying her. when i love my characters, i’m miserable.