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Tag Archives: Virginia Woolf
To the Lighthouse: Week 2
“Lily stepped back to get her canvas – so – into perspective. It was an odd road to be walking, this of painting. Out and out one went, further and further, until at last one seemed to be on a … Continue reading
Living a Dream – Day 11
Virginia Woolf believed a woman needed “money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.” While she got the money bit right – one has to eat – I’d give up the room of my own … Continue reading
Posted in women, Writing
Tagged A Room of One's Own, travel, Virginia Woolf, women, writing
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What is Time?
Two things happened last weekend that made me question Time. Firstly, I heard Jeanette Winterson discuss time at the Sydney Opera House. She grew up in a household that lived in End Time. When Mrs Winterson had drills to practice … Continue reading
Posted in Books, Reading, Writing
Tagged Cloud Atlas, Constellations, Eternity Playhouse, Jeanette Winterson, reading, time, Virginia Woolf
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