Andrew Martin – The Perfect Place To Write

If I kept the window open, my room was filled with the white noise of the sea, which could block out the radio in another room, or the barking dog. If I kept the window open, my room was filled with the white noise of the sea, which could block out the radio in another room, or the barking of a dog in a distant garden. (The absolute enemy of the writer is the barking dog, or the owner of one.)

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