But if you publish, your freedom will be checked; you will be thinking what people will say; you will write for others when you ought only to be writing for yourself. But as I do not know what I mean by rhythm nor what I mean by life, and as most certainly I cannot tell you which objects can properly be combined together in a poem—that is entirely your affair—and as I cannot tell a dactyl from an iambic, and am therefore unable to say how you must modify and expand the rites and ceremonies of your ancient and mysterious art—I will move on to safer ground and turn again to these little books themselves.
Throw the prism light, white hot, on paper. Shakespeare has perhaps 20 players. It is not a word indeed until it is part of a sentence.
Be silly, be sentimental, imitate Shelley, imitate Samuel Smiles; give the rein to every impulse; commit every fault of style, grammar, taste, and syntax; pour out; tumble over; loose anger, love, satire, in whatever words you can catch, coerce or create, in whatever metre, prose, poetry, or gibberish that comes to hand.
What Rembrandt or Van Gogh saw in the night can never be seen again. Some high school kid was leading a campaign to ban books he found offensive from the school library.
The fact put the whole story, subtly, in complete perspective. Words, English words, are full of echoes, of memories, of associations—naturally. But while we accept the fact, we cannot suppress one last conjecture.
You might also like: Those people who know that they really want to do this and are cut out for it, they know it. Everything else is just odd jobs. Flaubert spends a month seeking a phrase to describe a cabbage.
All I could do was to offer you an opinion upon one minor point—a woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction; and that, as you will see, leaves the great problem of the true nature of woman and the true nature of fiction unsolved.
But when I began to consider the subject in this last way, which seemed the most interesting, I soon saw that it had one fatal drawback. It has shrivelled them into a skeleton austerity, both emotional and verbal, which should not be characteristic of youth.
Recently, someone asked if I was still collecting quotes. She begins by saying that we are having a wretched May, and, having thus got into touch with her unknown guest, proceeds to matters of greater interest.
I have shirked the duty of coming to a conclusion upon these two questions—women and fiction remain, so far as I am concerned, unsolved problems. Let us not take it for granted that life exists more fully in what is commonly thought big than in what is commonly thought small. I know of no shortcuts.
Write then, now that you are young, nonsense by the ream. Or, if proper usage gets in the way, it may have to go. In England at any rate the novel is not a work of art.
Happy Friday, and happy writing. Tell the damned story. Think of yourself rather as something much humbler and less spectacular, but to my mind, far more interesting—a poet in whom live all the poets of the past, from whom all poets in time to come will spring.
She is not quite as pithy as others when it comes to doling out advice—but I think her advice is all the better for it. Tolstoy writes War and Peace seven times over. The title women and fiction might mean, and you may have meant it to mean, women and what they are like, or it might mean women and the fiction that they write; or it might mean women and the fiction that is written about them, or it might mean that somehow all three are inextricably mixed together and you want me to consider them in that light.
Thus you will learn to write. Something of their pre-eminence may be due to the pains they take, something to the severity with which they are judged. You can do that in 20 minutes, and 15 inches. You cannot use a brand new word in an old language because of the very obvious yet mysterious fact that a word is not a single and separate entity, but part of other words.
The story was short, mostly about the issue. How can we combine the old words in new orders so that they survive, so that they create beauty, so that they tell the truth?Essential Writing Advice from Virginia Woolf "For heaven’s sake, publish nothing before you are thirty.".
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She was an astute observer of life and writing, and creativity. These quotes are the outline of that talent, and that passion. “People say, ‘What advice do you have for people who want to be writers?’ I say, they don’t really need advice, they know they want to be writers, and they’re gonna do it.
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