My Fantasy of Being a Full-Time Writer | By Amy Roullier I have this romantic fantasy about hibernating all winter and writing a fucking great book. I don’t even mind where this hibernation takes place, but if I could choose, give me a secluded cottage with a high, pitched ceiling, its termite-scarred wooden beams stretching like ribs above me. Furnish it with grand velvet sofas and enormous armchairs draped in …


