Day Two Hundred and Forty Three
The Bookshop, The Gate of Angels & The Blue Flower by Penelope Fitzgerald Page: 408
Not much of a day and so not much to post. I spent part of the morning and part of the evening writing. I’ve been working on my book proposal and while it was going along swimmingly at first, I now feel a little stymied. I’m not entirely sure where I’m going with it and it doesn’t seem to be growing organically as I’d hoped. Any ideas, requests or stimulating suggestions would be much appreciated. I’ve envisioned it so far as part memoir, part literary criticism. Harold Bloom by way of David Foster Wallace but as a woman…or something like that. Right now I feel neither smart nor funny though I feel fairly feminine. Help!