Status Updates From Diario di una scrittrice

I went to London Bridge. A complete block ravished (1941 WWII). “All the bricks of buildings now white powder on the ground .”

Katherine Mansfield stopped by a criticized my latest, but did say, “still, there is something there.”

VW stated, “I’m not going to read Dante!”

I’ve never written anything good since “The Waves.”

“What can a gnat do on a blade of grass?” A sad, but extremely satisfying description.

Having just finished “A Letter to a Young Poet,” I can now take a moment.

“But this light depression, what is it?” Entry into VW’s diary.

I've been reading short bits from Virginia Woolf's diary in between everything else ie. books and life. I have considered abandoning the book (with love and respect but still) but then, I encounter yet another page that inspires me or brings a smile to my face, and then another... Because, as much as she for us today is The Great British Writer, she struggled with writing, reading, judgments, life— like we all do.

Weighing the effect of listening to self-centered thoughts—underlined by self-aggrandizement stories, and comparing that with the
outcome of knowing Virginia Woof on a much deeper level.