The Structure of a Writer’s Life

Inescapable Structure

Imagine not being able to leave the room. Wherever you walked, wherever you went, the room remained around you, a furnished consciousness.Even working in the garden, perfectly functional and able to tell weed from flower, you are conscious of kneeling on the hardwood floor amid the table legs and chair seats. A glance across the lawn is still a glance through a curtained window. Time stopped in that room, after thirty years of writing at the table, imagining worlds and ro...