gatelight

Wrote the first book by the light from this little lamp in my grandparents' basement when I first moved back to Ohio, 12 years ago now. Suppose it's poetic (for want of a better word) that it's now lighting part of The Paintshop. It'd be nice if some of the energy that pushed me to write that first book in five months lived inside its little gated community but yeah no probably not. Glad it’s here, regardless.