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February 21, 2016


Louise Wareham Leonard

Paula, Congrats on the return to NZ and the residencies. Have you ever looked into the Vermont Studio Center in the USA-- they do a residency for a month and there are 10 writers and 40 painters! Little chance of loneliness.

Meanwhile, that photo of the bed pretty much coming out of the desk is most alarming. Don't the residency peeps know a writer's desk should be away from their bed? I learned this at twenty! No separation -- complete ensuing insanity. I am sure another writer could concur (a Russian perhaps? D.H. Lawrence as a teen?) At any rate, glad a later photo is of a desk alone. That is reassuring at least. Best, write well! Louise

Penny Scott

Please keep exploring this loneliness thing. No doubt you have noted publication of Olivia Laing's The Lonely City. She was here in London signing copies at the London Review Bookshop, just last Friday. I have yet take a sip, but I am looking forward to it as I am currently lonely in London. When I return to Auckland later this year I expect the pleasures to ensue exactly as you describe them. Penny

Barry Ahearn

A salon! And I thought they had gone out with the 1920s.

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