As I sit here in my humble “abode” and reflect on this night’s reading, I realize just how far we have gone in comparison to Miss Woolf’s time. From going from a time where women were highly looked down upon when it came to authoring such literature, to now, when some of the most common authors are women, we have made strides and efforts and we have finally broken into this field of art. How glad that makes me.
” Give her another hundred years, I concluded, reading the last chapter-people’s noses and bare shoulders showed naked against a starry sky, for some one had twitched the curtain in the drawing-room-give her a room of her own and five hundred ayear, let her speak her mind and leave out half that she now puts in, and she will write a better book one of these days. She will be a poet, I said, putting Life’s Adventure, by Mary Carmichael, at the end of the shelf, in another hundred years time” (Ch. 5 pg. 94) This is what Woolf had said as she placed a book back. In chapter five, she discussed the looking of various books, and what the author may have been thinking and such. She discussed mainly Mary Carmichael and her writing, reinstating that one needs money and a room of their own to write.
I do actually have a room of my own, yet it is no where here, not physical so to speak. Yes, it is in the depths of my mind, in my own little world. I sit alone, oblivious to anything that goes on around me and I write; write anything and everything that is on my mind. It is when I am in that room, the room that lies in the depths of my soul that I am most comfortable. I don’t, however, in this room, need any money. I care not about money, simply about the content that runs beneath the pen and across the page.
“I told you in the course of this paper that Shakespeare had a siste; but do not look for her in Sir Sidney Lee’s life of the poet…She lives in you and in me, and in many other women who are not here tonight, for they are washing up the dishes and putting the children to bed. But she lives; for great poets do not die; they are continuing presences; they need only the opportunity to walk among us in the flesh” (Ch. 6 pg. 113) I found this quote meaningful and endearing to me, as I am a writer in my spare time, I agree with Miss Woolf. There really is an author in all of us, all we need to do, is simply awaken her/him.
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