Thursday, June 16, 2011
The hallowed place I'm now sitting in.
This is the Rose Reading Room in the NY Public Library. It's called the Schwarzman building now, but it's always the library. Guarded by the lions Patience and Fortitude, it is my favorite place in the world to write.
I don't get to do a lot of writing done here. I don't live or work in NYC anymore so I get maybe a couple of hours twice a year. But I get seriously geeked when I know I'm going to be in NYC for an event and have some down time. You can't have coffee here, you can't eat lunch here. You get wifi, a/c and electricity. What else do you need?
One of the original Gutenberg bibles sits three feet away from me. Somewhere in the archive is Charles Dicken's letter opener (said to be made from the paw of one of his beloved cats). And no one here would be surprised if a chubby green ghost started floating through the book stacks.
Here, anything is possible.
What's your favorite place to write and why?