ARCHIVE FOR Diane Sundstrom

Reflections of a Newborn Grubbie

I come to Grub Street to write, to exploit the first membership perk: “access to Grub's daytime community space and library.” Like most writers, I suffer the age-old challenge of finding a writing nest that sings—or rather, one that makes me sing. I’ve done my coffee-shop time, and while they’ll always be part of my workspace cocktail, coffee shops grow stale if they’re the only ingredient.

My cat likes it if I work at home, and laundry, unmopped floors, and dirty dishes don’t distract me as much as they probably should. What’s difficult is getting ...