Last week was so incredibly productive. I had to take my laptop and write in my bed, since my office somehow seemed too overwhelming, too formal, too demanding. 

So I wrote in my bed. It was a simple measure I could take to feel safer. I don’t know. Am I alone in this?

It makes me think of Virginia Woolf, of A Room of One’s Own, of how I, at 18, was so idealistic about writing that I wrote not one but two research papers meant to disprove Woolf’s claims, and how, a decade later, I would wonder, Maybe she was right.

Man, writing is hard. I saw this posted on social media today. I felt it.

I’m not complaining. Or I’m trying not to, at least. I have a calling on my life, and I am rising to it. No, my writing life isn’t easy, but it is sacred.

10 thoughts on “Sacred

    • Well, it’s been many years now, but if I recall right, she was saying that women need to have money (symbolized as a room of one’s own) and an “incandescent mind” (free of worries) in order to write well. We obviously know that to not be entirely true … even Woolf herself certainly didn’t have an incandescent mind! But she pretty visciously goes after Charlotte Bronte, so I picked apart that chapter, showing all the wrong logic, and then extrapolated to indicate that her entire thesis was wrong.

      (Wow, so maybe I do remember a lot of it, ha!)

      That said, now, at 35, I think I better understand what she meant. When my mind is clouded with worries about finances and any number of other anxieties, I am definitely not at the top of my writing game.


      • That sounds about right. I would argue that the literal room of one’s own is important–as in space free from household duties to create. I remember when I first got a separate office and the ability to literally shut out the rest of the world, it was such a shift in how my world typically works that I truly understood what that meant. Especially since men are able to have someone else be in charge of things so they can have space to create/work.

        And the other anxieties ties into what I learned doing The Artist’s Way and Julia Cameron’s insistence on morning pages for clearing out brain clutter so you (we) can focus on our actual creative endeavors. Which, like you, I probably would have thought was a load when I was younger haha. Ah, age certainly can bring about wisdom, huh?

      • Oh absolutely! I was just barely 18 and still enamoured by the idea of an artist having a tragic life. Now, at 35, I’d like a room of one’s own (ha!) and a nap. 🙂

  1. Just a thought while reading this post: writers and readers are transducers; writers change feelings into words; readers change the words back into feelings. Thanks for the reminder to infuse writing with the sacred.

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