This recent New Yorker cover (which has proven quite popular on Tumblr) reminds me of the Ink Hotel, the guest house where we stayed over my birthday weekend. Ellen runs the gorgeous 100-year-old house as a haven for writers. There’s ample inspiration to be found in the floor-to-ceiling library (M. and I spent a happy hour in there, exploring), and many quiet nooks, cozy rooms, and nearby beaches to ponder the next chapter. One room reminded Laura of Anne of Green Gables; her eyes grew wide as she asked, “Can I sleep here?” and I saw exactly as she must have looked as a little girl. Rates are “humane,” as Ellen puts it, and to my writer friends — I highly encourage a quiet sabbatical in Southold.
After all: writers write, and there’s hardly a better place to do it than here.
Thanks, Laura, for several photos in the set.