we were young and this is a common dream and isn't it romantic? the writing, i mean. but also the surroundings, and the circumstances, the staying-up-late. she talked about sleeping in till the afternoon. puttering about for a few hours. making coffee and then sitting down to it.
i was on goodreads earlier today and i saw her name and i'm sure that particular person wasn't her, but something about seeing it brought back the memory of those emails. we all change; so many people i know from those days are only active on facebook; but i have a mental image of her with goodreads as her only social media, posting from some little village on the coast, updating her favourites and progress and wants-to-reads.