Check this out. George Bernard Shaw wrote in a backyard shed, which he called London. Then, when friends called him up, his secretary could say, “Oh, I’m sorry, but he’s not here right now. He’s in London.”
I am so jealous that I can’t even decide what to be jealous of — the revolving hut, or the secretary.
Cool idea. I think I’ll build an art studio shed and call it San Francisco!
And then there’s Dylan Thomas’ writing shed in Laugharne, Wales… http://www.bbc.co.uk/wales/southwest/sites/inpictures/pages/laugharne.shtml?8
Not quite as sophisticated as George’s…and it probably didn’t have wireless…
Dylan Thomas, too? That settles it. I need a shed.