11
Aug
When I was “happy” domestically, I felt a gag in my throat. Now that
my domestic life is chaos, I am living like a Spartan, writing through huge
fevers and producing stuff I had locked in me for years. I feel astounded
and very lucky. I kept telling myself I was the sort that could only write
when peaceful at heart, but that is not so, the muse has come to live here
Sylvia Plath
