Resisting the Lonely Historian

I long imagined writing as a lonely endeavor. My vision was of an individual bent over a notebook, solitary in some winged armchair, in a room quiet save for the gasps of a dying fire. As an undergraduate, I found friends who shared my habits of pouring over fantasy novels and writing poems on classroom […]

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I long imagined writing as a lonely endeavor. My vision was of an individual bent over a notebook, solitary in some winged armchair, in a room quiet save for the gasps of a dying fire. As an undergraduate, I found friends who shared my habits of pouring over fantasy novels and writing poems on classroom […]

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