July 19, 2017
Here’s a passage from Virginia Woolf to help you get going a bit this morning. So pop in a Keurig and see if you feel what Woolf was feeling.
from a Diary dated 20 March 1926
But what is to become of all these diaries, I asked myself yesterday. If I died, what would Leo make of them? He would be disinclined to burn them; he could not publish them. Well, he should make up a book from them, I think; & then burn the body. I daresay there is a little book in them: if the scraps & scratches were straightened out a little. God knows.
This is dictated by a slight melancholia, which comes upon me sometimes now, & makes me think I am old: I am ugly. I am repeating things. Yet, as far as I know, as a writer I am only now writing out my mind.
I’ve felt the same way many times.