April 27, 1597
Dear Diary,
I asked Father again today to buy me supplies for the stories I wish to write. He denied my request yet again. I do not know why I even began to hope that today's request would bear a different response than yesterday's, but I am diligent in my longing to write as my brother does. He has already published 15 works, and I none. Father does not understand my need to form stories as my brother does. But I do not want to write hopeless tragedies and farcical comedies like my brother. I dream to write about truth and life. I long to study works of philosophy and publish my thoughts regarding the nature of this earth for others to read and enjoy. However, Father believes my place is in the home. He wants me to marry. How much I abhor the thought of tying myself to yet another man who will treat me as a possession and not as his equal!
I seem only to be treasured for my ability to reproduce, but I shan't bear any children to this earth out of fear of having a daughter and losing her to the toils of this silly world as well. I shall lay my head down to rest this evening, and like every night, I will pray that my dreams transport me to a world where I can join my brother among the ranks of scholars and men of literature.
Yours,
Judith
This was very creative and I think it says a lot about how we can interpret the many different ways a woman in this situation could feel or did feel. It makes me wonder if there are still woman that feel the same somewhere..
ReplyDeleteThis was a really unique post in that it wasn't just the typical 21st century feel. I really liked how you developed the character in this post to be headstrong and sort of defiant, but sticking to the theme of Virginia Woolf. Great job!
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