At twelve, I was just little enough to still have to share a room with my sister, but definitely big enough to know that I wanted to write for the rest of my life, even if - or especially if - I wasn't good at it or if I couldn't make any money from it. Even though I had never heard of workspaces like desks and studios that real artists with a capital A used, I felt like I needed a special space.
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