Walang katapusan ang dalamhati. What else can I do but live through it? Write through it?
I aspire to read and to write as much as I can. If I’m lucky, I’ll get to do so in front of a window out of which I can see trees ache and bloom all summer.
Maybe I’m just not a writer who’s meant to work in peace and quiet, as lovely as that sounds.
Not so long ago, I was a writer who wrote anywhere but at her desk.
It doesn’t really matter at all where I write—as long as, at some point, I have the option and availability to transition to my bed.
Where Toni Mirosevich writes.
I like to think that writing where I live has allowed me to let more of life into my writing.
I try to be agnostic about where I write; I never have an excuse to not.
I’m afraid I have always been like this: always doing slightly more than I can handle, stealing moments to get it all done.
“I blame my first studio apartment for my habit of writing in kitchens.”