“Louisa May Alcott wrote Little Women for the money. And it made her miserable.
As a young writer, Alcott concentrated on lurid pulp stories of revenge, murder, and adultery–’blood and thunder’ literature, as she called it–and enjoyed writing very much. She was in her mid-30s when an editor suggested she try writing a book for girls. Alcott wasn’t very interested, but her father was a complete moron with money and had left the family in terrible financial trouble. Alcott wrote Little Women in hopes of some decent sales and a little breathing room and got way more than she asked for. The money in sequels was too good to turn down (and her father didn’t get any smarter with a dime), but Alcott hated writing what she called ‘moral pap for the young’ and longed to return to the smut and violence of her early endeavors.”
“I’ve read a lot of books, so I know bunches of stuff that sounds like it could be true.”
- me: ugh there are people here
Has everybody drunk a big glass of water? Taken her pills? Eaten something that is not candy or despair? Go do that.
Now wash your face, brush your hair, clean your teeth. Look at yourself in the mirror and think, my God my eyes are pretty. You’re right. You have very pretty eyes. Get into your cute jammies you don’t like to wear every night because they’re gonna wear out too soon. Maybe you should pour out another glass of water and bring it in to your room.
Now cuddle up in bed with whatever or whoever you like to cuddle up with, and take a deep breath in. Let it out. Just keep doing that for a while, even if you feel stupid. It will help. Close your eyes. Tomorrow will be okay.