Where We Write
Where Manjula Martin Writes
The room is my Narnia wardrobe, my Woolfian fantasy writ real, a masc womb of creative independence. I call the room The Lair because who wouldn’t.
Where Chloe Angyal Writes
The hotel front desk bell was a gift from my fiancé, who gave it to me to ring every time I hit my daily word count goal for my first book.
Where Jami Attenberg Writes
Only now does my office feel like my home again. Only now does my body feel like my home again.
Where Nawaaz Ahmed Writes
The space that anchored me through a year of the pandemic, a safe harbor, feels too claustrophobic now. I crave to be outside.
Where Jami Nakamura Lin Writes
That’s what my own process of writing, and living, is like: trying to conserve, redirect, and restore my energy in the most fruitful way.
Where Kendra James Writes
After a month of writing in the passenger seat of my Honda Fit, I said “fuck it” and started writing in the bathroom.
Where Terese Marie Mailhot Writes
“After the success of my first book, I got caught up with ambition and worked to produce. Writing shouldn’t really be like that.”
Where Vanessa Hua Writes
It’s my childhood desk, which I began using again after my father passed away and we moved in with my mother.
Where Kathy Wang Writes
Even though I sometimes have a hard time waking up, my favorite part of the day is still early morning.
Where Christina Tucker Writes
It’s the kind of desk I thought I’d have when I figured everything out. It’s a desk I’ve been waiting to earn.