on the paintings page, I’ve put up a couple of new canvasses in my series on vita sackville-west, with more to come. I’m trying for something like a biography in paint. it’s all narrative to me—the writing and the painting.
my least favorite parts of writing a novel are:
a] the very last go-over when I’m alternately weary with the manuscript and jolted with electric fear at seeing a character wearing yellow socks when a few pages earlier I’ve had them pulling on red ones
and where I am now, which is
b] the early roughing out when all my characters look like claymation figures and I’m still wondering where they’re all going.
at least I have been able to do a good bit of this here in amsterdam, looking over a canal, leading a much smaller version of my regular life.
my partner and I are standing in the doorway of virginia woolf’s summer residence, monk’s house. she wrote in a cottage in the garden, had a a great number of literary [and a few romantic] conversations in the living room, and, when madness threatened to return one time too many, walked away from it, into the river ouse with stones in her pocket.
I can see that some readers have come here looking for illumination on the ending of cto. what I would say is that the last word of the book offers a clue.
the podcast is called Write the Book. Shelagh’s show is on WOMM-LP – The Radiator – a noncommercial low-power FM radio station located in downtown Burlington, Vermont. here it is:
and discovers my old babysitter secret—look behind the books displayed on the shelves to find the dirty ones.