in the middle of things
A room of one's own is a pipe dream for a mother of four who writes at the kitchen table.
It's not ideal but I'm well aware that as I write in the midst of family life - with the chatter and squabbles swirling around me - it's family life that imbues my work. I'm quite good at tuning out of the ruckus, an ability borne from necessity, but I do dream of w…