Rebecca Goss – Loneliness And The Writer

My husband, a furniture maker, helpfully offered to build me a shed at the end of the garden. I declined. My husband, a furniture maker, offered to build me a shed at the end of the garden. Coveted writer’s headquarters, a short gravel path away. I declined. His suggestion made me feel ejected from the family home. I had to explain that I feared loneliness.

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