Martin has lived and worked in Santa Fe, New Mexico for decades, drawn to the light and the distance from the coasts. His actual writing, though, happens away from the house he lives in. When a book really needs finishing, he goes further still.

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In Santa Fe, in an office across the street from his home.
To finish a book he retreats to an isolated mountain cabin with weak internet, as he described on his blog in 2020.

The Office Across the Street

Martin bought the house across the street from his Santa Fe home and turned it into a writing office, complete with a library. The reasoning was almost physical. If the work lives in the same building you sleep in, you can write all day in your bathrobe and never fully clock in. Crossing the street forces a small ritual. He has to get dressed, put on shoes, and walk out the door, and by the time he sits down he has arrived somewhere that means work. That separation between home and desk is the entire idea.

The Mountain Cabin

When the everyday office isn't enough, and the theater and the blog and the emails all conspire to keep him from the page, he leaves town entirely. During the pandemic he holed up in an isolated mountain cabin with a deliberately weak internet connection, and he credited it with pulling him out of a long slump on The Winds of Winter. He was blunt about how dull life is up there and just as blunt about why he keeps going back to it.

I am back in my fortress of solitude again, my isolated mountain cabin.

George R.R. Martin, Not a Blog (2020)

The cabin is the extreme version of a habit he's practiced for years. Strip away the internet and the errands and the small talk, and what's left is the writing. That's the logic running through all of it, from the office across the street to the mountain hideaway. For how the place fits with his tools and process, see the full George R.R. Martin writing routine.


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