Chapter one is well underway! I've got seven pages done, which is the most I've ever written on a single chapter and I'm not done yet! My muse is getting into this new storyline, though she knows I want to take my time on it as I never, ever organize my thoughts, plots, characters, settings, scenes, etc. when I begin to write, I just write. Hasn't failed me yet.
I'm one of those types who dives right in and with my music playing on Pandora, my muse gets busy with ideas, thoughts, and whatever else it comes up with. We are well connected.
It brings me to the thought of a story I read in my Women Writers class, A Room of One's Own, by Virginia Woolf. She goes on to tell that a woman must have money and a room of her own if she wishes to write fiction. She continues to say, "Intellectual freedom depends upon material things. Poetry depends upon intellectual freedom. And women have always been poor, not for two hundred years merely, but from the beginning of time . . .” She says, "She believes that the writing of novels lends itself more easily to frequent starts and stops, so women are more likely to write novels than poetry: women must contend with frequent interruptions because they are so often deprived of a room of their own in which to write. Without money, the narrator implies, women will remain in second place to their creative male counterparts. The financial discrepancy between men and women at the time of Woolf’s writing perpetuated the myth that women were less successful writers.
In a Room of One's Own, Woolf goes on to say, "The central point of A Room of One’s Own is that every woman needs a room of her own—something men are able to enjoy without question. A room of her own would provide a woman with the time and the space to engage in uninterrupted writing time. During Woolf’s time, women rarely enjoyed these luxuries. They remained elusive to women, and, as a result, their art suffered. But Woolf is concerned with more than just the room itself. She uses the room as a symbol for many larger issues, such as privacy, leisure time, and financial independence, each of which is an essential component of the countless inequalities between men and women.
So, my point being is that here I am, in a room, that is not my own, but that I share with my husband. I am interrupted continually either my husband wants me for something, or the dog needs tending to, or I have dishes that are screaming for attention, don't get me started on the never ending laundry.
But with all these interruptions, I have managed to publish six books, illustrate two of them, and am now working on book seven. Yes, my house looks like a tornado hit it, but I have achieved my goal...a book, to which I can call my own.
325 days till October 1, 2017
I'm one of those types who dives right in and with my music playing on Pandora, my muse gets busy with ideas, thoughts, and whatever else it comes up with. We are well connected.
It brings me to the thought of a story I read in my Women Writers class, A Room of One's Own, by Virginia Woolf. She goes on to tell that a woman must have money and a room of her own if she wishes to write fiction. She continues to say, "Intellectual freedom depends upon material things. Poetry depends upon intellectual freedom. And women have always been poor, not for two hundred years merely, but from the beginning of time . . .” She says, "She believes that the writing of novels lends itself more easily to frequent starts and stops, so women are more likely to write novels than poetry: women must contend with frequent interruptions because they are so often deprived of a room of their own in which to write. Without money, the narrator implies, women will remain in second place to their creative male counterparts. The financial discrepancy between men and women at the time of Woolf’s writing perpetuated the myth that women were less successful writers.
In a Room of One's Own, Woolf goes on to say, "The central point of A Room of One’s Own is that every woman needs a room of her own—something men are able to enjoy without question. A room of her own would provide a woman with the time and the space to engage in uninterrupted writing time. During Woolf’s time, women rarely enjoyed these luxuries. They remained elusive to women, and, as a result, their art suffered. But Woolf is concerned with more than just the room itself. She uses the room as a symbol for many larger issues, such as privacy, leisure time, and financial independence, each of which is an essential component of the countless inequalities between men and women.
So, my point being is that here I am, in a room, that is not my own, but that I share with my husband. I am interrupted continually either my husband wants me for something, or the dog needs tending to, or I have dishes that are screaming for attention, don't get me started on the never ending laundry.
But with all these interruptions, I have managed to publish six books, illustrate two of them, and am now working on book seven. Yes, my house looks like a tornado hit it, but I have achieved my goal...a book, to which I can call my own.
325 days till October 1, 2017
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