Retreat

The phone rings. The laundry pleads to be stuffed, cycled, dried, and folded. Chaos reigns in the kitchen, and e-mails queue for attention. Our lives are at once mundane and undeniably seductive at the same time. When we sit down to write at home, suddenly everything that marks our existence as tedious becomes compelling. Writing at home can seem tantamount to training for the Olympics past age nineteen.