Deep sigh. Or am I just being a great-big-girls-blouse, overly romantic and whimsical. I think not. Readers, fans, writers, -all walks of life, like to visit the writing huts of the literary heroes or heroines and let their own imagination wander wild and carefree. I know I've stared out of castle windows and thought... imagine that - 'Queen-whats-her-face probably saw this view, just before she lost her head'... well, something like that. But you know what I mean, don't you?
Writers bolts, sheds, huts, call them what you will - they are sacred, and messing with them, well - messes with the karma. Methinks.
|In the meanwhile, how do I find this place?|
Ps: And do check out the pictures of famous writers sheds which the Independent has kindly listed.