May 16 2008
My other self
I don’t know how long ago this happened, but somebody (other than spam-generating software) recently left a message on a blog I discontinued long ago. You see, I used to have another self (blog), which now I have been neglecting for a while to pay attention to the sexier, paying WordPress. So, upon leaving a comment in one of her blog entries, I realized my former blog was linked to my profile, so she had peeked and written. I am glad she did. The note referred to my reluctance to acknowledge full lesbianism in Woolf’s Orlando. I am thinking whether it was good and to the point.
This comment triggered the literary wheel for Bloomsbury, and now it is rolling. I recently got hold of a copy of Portrait of a Marriage in DVD and book format, so I had a look at an arbitrary page, and read Vita:
Mother scolded me this morning because she said I wrote too much, and Dada told her he did not approve of my writing. I am afraid my book will not be published. Mother does not know how much I love my writing.
Writing…oh la la! What it does to one!
