Sophie's Cup was one of my favorite places to write. Especially on a foggy day, with a cup of hot chocolate or Earl Grey tea. I knew I wanted to come to Maine to write, I was hounded by it. I never thought of myself as a writer, because I could never think to use fancy words like cogently, cajole, or cadence. But I felt that I had something to say.
Yet, I didn't think of myself as a writer. Doing the dishes one evening with racing thoughts I went suddenly still when I heard, "That voice in your head that just won't stop? That is a writer, looking for a page."
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