1.0Villa Lenahttps://www.villa-lena.it/it/admin@villa-lena.orghttps://www.villa-lena.it/it/author/adminvilla-lena-org/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="BGOxxHufh9"><a href="https://www.villa-lena.it/it/a-letter-from-amy-reading/">A Letter from Amy Reading</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.villa-lena.it/it/a-letter-from-amy-reading/embed/#?secret=BGOxxHufh9" width="600" height="338" title="“A Letter from Amy Reading” — Villa Lena" data-secret="BGOxxHufh9" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script> /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://www.villa-lena.it/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js </script> https://www.villa-lena.it/wp-content/uploads/2026/01/9715aa1f-aab8-531a-af2f-02b71e0e5d63.jpg1163786As a writer, I do not need much to do my work. A laptop and the occasional wifi signal and electrical outlet will suffice. Over the long years of tapping away at my books, I have learned not to fetishize the conditions for writing. I have written in airport terminals during overnight layovers, in my frigid car with my laptop propped on the steering wheel during my kids’ sports practices, on park benches, in food courts and unhip grocery story cafes. Waiting for the right conditions—a dedicated office, a serene view, an espresso, absolute silence—is an exercise in rank procrastination.