A friend says I'm going into prison and wonders if I'm crazy. Simply on writing. At this colony which accomodates visual artists and composers as well as writers, the fellows are each given individual bedrooms as well as a separate studio for working. Meals are provided, but nobody is expected or required to eat. Lunch is dropped off in a nearby kitchen, but nobody knocks on your door to announce that it is ready lest some precious creative moment be interrupted.
Fellows know never to disturb one another without permission.
Each one of us is allowed to fall into our own creative rhythm. Some fellows work all night and sleep all day. I find my schedule changes from day to day. In the beginning, I wonder what I'm doing, I wonder how I possibly imagined I could write for a whole day. My mind chatters.