This is a view of my room from behind my desk. It’s the alcove to the right of the stove where I keep – well – quite a lot of things. The glass head is fragile, as glass heads tend to be and not dissimilar from my own when it’s engaged in the creation of such a fragile thing as fiction. Maybe he could stand in as an unreliable narrator. Something about the angle of his ears perturbs me!
Writers Rooms: content
February 3, 2009