
In the midst of a decade of rejections from publishers for her books, L‘Engle turned to her china laughing Buddha that graced her writing desk.” I was very much aware that if I lost my ability to laugh,I wouldn‘t be able to write, either. Perhaps what was most helpful–… is a white China laughing Buddha which sits on my desk…he laughs at me, never with ridicule,but lovingly, tolerantly:you are taking yourself seriously aren‘t you Madeleine?What 🔽