New Space

So Sage and I have moved into our new apartment in the Rexall Drugs building at the corner of Shaver and Mississippi. The real story, though, is what lies in the building’s bowels, including a kiln, a man who restores busted hi-fi equipment, records upon records, bikes, invasive vines, and my own dingy office, which is perfect. I like to think of it as an elective sensory deprivation center, where I can lock the door, scrawl on the chalkboards all around me, tack paper to the walls, and disappear for hours to write.

Over the next few months I’ll be training down there, sort of like a runner, with longer and longer periods of writing-exclusive time. It’s something I’ve wanted to do for a long time, in the vein of “A Cave of One’s Own.”