I was reading The New York Times “Book Review” today and there was a review of a new Virginia Woolf biography. Considering where I am with my own writing right now, I found this tidbit fabulous:
“I am ashamed, or perhaps proud, to say how much of my time is spent in thinking, thinking, thinking about literature,” Woolf wrote in one letter. And in another, “I’ve shirked two parties, and another Frenchman, and buying a hat, and going to tea with Hilda Trevelyan: for I really can’t combine all this with keeping my imaginary people going.”
Yes, yes, yes, Virginia.
