I need to come up with a better name for my "writing room" because I do more than write in here. "A room of my own", but that doesn't exactly roll off the tongue, does it? My Virginia Woolf room? Strikes me as desperate, corny.
Anyhow, locked up in my little yellow room I was inspired to create a visual series of quotes by authors on -- what else -- writing. We'll see if the inspiration stays with me, but for now here's a little treat to ponder from Sylvia Plath.
I should probably confess that I've never worked out my feelings about Plath or her writing. Many years ago when I first came upon The Bell Jar I devoured it. I remember having it in the car with me, one hand on it with my thumb holding my spot so that at stop lights I could drink a few sentences more. And it stuck in my rib cage - glued itself right there and hasn't ever budged. I've avoided her writing ever since.