I grew up in a house with no running water, 16 miles from the closest place that had a post office. I had a very parochial view of the world.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
There's something really simple and idyllic about living in a house very close to the water.
In an urban area, you're not going to be an hour away from another post office.
I don't need the water to be inspired. My stories inspire me, not the location of where I'm parked. And good thing, since I've had to finish books in airports, in the RV we used to have, the lake house, while on vacation, at home, in the kitchen when my office PC was on the fritz.
I wanted to figure out a way of living where I didn't have to be in an office every day.
My - I grew up in - I grew up in public housing. My dad, for most of my life, worked for the post office, which was a terrific job to get because you couldn't lose your job.
Well, the post office is probably not the place you want to go if you want to be infused with patriotism and a renewed sense of vigor.
I grew up during the war years in a tiny cottage with no electricity. Water for washing was pumped from a pond. My brother and I had to fetch drinking water from a tap at the end of the lane, and light was from candles, paraffin lamps, and our nightly log fire.
I'm from an island, so I've always been near the water. I don't think I could live somewhere far from the sea.
I grew up in a small town about 40 miles outside London, but it was a fairly cosmopolitan household.
Flying over New Orleans on our approach, I got it. There was no view of land without water - water in the great looming form of Lake Pontchartrain, water cutting through in tributaries, water flowing beside a long stretch of highway, water just - everywhere.