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    <name><![CDATA[Jerjonji]]></name>
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  <read_at>Thu Jan 01 00:00:00 -0800 2004</read_at>
  <date_added>Mon Jun 16 14:51:55 -0700 2008</date_added>
  <date_updated>Thu Jun 19 14:58:23 -0700 2008</date_updated>
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    <body><![CDATA[I am re-reading Madeleine L'Engle's memoir &quot;Two-Part Invention: The Story of a Marriage.&quot; There are few books I will re-read, especially since I finished this book last week, but this is more than a memoir, more than a tribute to her dying love. This is the story of a writer's passion fueling everyday life, and I find comfort in her frustration. <br/><br/>At one point she writes,<br/><br/>I was struggling to write, to keep house, help in the store, be a good mother, and yet improve my storytelling skills. And that decade was one of rejection slips. I would mutter as I cleaned house, &quot;Emily Bronte didn't have to run the vacuum clearner. Jane Austin didn't have to do the cooking.&quot; p.155<br/><br/>I understand that person. I've been that person all my life.<br/><br/>The next page continues...<br/><br/>... And I felt that I was looked at askance because i spent so much time at the typewriter and yet couldn't sell what I wrote. I certainly wasn't pulling my weight financially. In my journal I wrote, &quot;There is a gap in understanding between me and our friends and acquaintances. I can't quite understand a life without books and study and music and pictures and a driving passion. And they, on the other hand, can't understand why i have to write, why I am a writer. When, for instance, I say to someone that I have to get home to work, the assumption is that I mean housecleaning or ironing, not writing a book. I'm very kindly permitted to be a writer but not to take time in pursuing my trade.&quot; p. 156<br/><br/>This is the person I am now...<br/><br/>]]></body>
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