A Reluctance to Cede Ground: Age and the Writing Life, from Critical Flame
a sketch by Jane Eaton Hamilton 2013
I wonder (without having read this book) if my perspective on this is different. With increasing age, I feel more free than ever to create. I’ve already dealt with the certainty of my mortality, I don’t have children at home, my disability anchors me to a desk, and of course 4 years ago I was turfed out of my marital home and lost everything (house, home, garden, pets, best friend, lover, marriage, income, friends, health, my predictable future). So what I have left, what I’ve struggled to put together since that horrible betrayal, is precious to me. But even were it not precious, it would still be full of arm-chair zest.
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