With the advent of spring it naturally follows that you start looking to reclaim the post-apocalyptic wasteland your yard morphed into over the winter. No doubt your wife (or husband) becomes like Jack Kerouac and strings one long, continuous, miles-long roll of paper into the typewriter so she can just keep keep writing the honey-do list without having to pause to change the paper.
I’m okay with that though and now, thanks to Sarah Gilbert and her column in The Guardian, I something I, too, would like to add to the backyard.
I want a writer’s retreat.
Like Mark Twain’s, where he wrote Huckleberry Finn.
Or maybe something like what Virginia Woolf had:
Or, if my wife would rather put a pool in the backyard, I guess I would have to content myself with a place like Goldeneye, Ian Fleming’s Jamaican retreat where he wrote a lot of James Bond novels
If you, yourself, should happen to be in the market for a retreat of your own, please check out Sarah Gilberts’ original post, “The Retreats Where Famous Authors Found Inspiration-In Pictures” for many more wonderful designs.
Leave me a comment and let me know which one is your favorite!