Notes on writing, reading, publishing and life
Surrounded by snow, he imagined. . .
This is what Rudyard Kipling did:
“He traveled the world for a few years and finally settled in Vermont. And it was there, in a rented cottage surrounded by snow, he began to reimagine the India of his childhood.”
I had no idea that Kipling ever lived in Vermont, but one of my happiest writer memories is of one January I spent living in a converted chicken coop in the Berkshire Mountains of Massachusetts. It snowed and snowed, and I wrote and wrote and chopped wood out of the frozen woodpile for my little wood stove. It was the perfect setting for recalling the sights, sounds, and smells of India, although I was writing about something else.