Friday, February 17, 2012

Fall into a Vortex

Fortune suddenly smiled upon Jo, and dropped a good-luck penny in her path. Not a golden penny, exactly, but I doubt if half a million would have given more real happiness than did the little sum that came to her in this wise.

Every few weeks she would shut herself up in her room, put on her scribbling suit, and "fall into a vortex," as she expressed it, writing away at her novel with all her heart and soul, for till that was finished she could find no peace. Her "scribbling suit" consisted of a black woolen pinafore on which she could wipe her pen at will, and a cap of the same material, adorned with a cheerful red bow, into which she bundled her hair when the decks were cleared for action.

This cap was a beacon to the inquiring eyes of her family, who during these periods kept their distance, merely popping in their heads semioccasionally, to ask, with interest, "Does genius burn, Jo?"
They did not always venture even to ask this question, but took an observation of the cap and judged accordingly. If this expressive article of dress was drawn low upon the forehead, it was a sign that hard work was going on; in exciting moments it was pushed rakishly askew; and when despair siezed the author it was plucked wholly off, and cast upon the floor. At such times the intruder silently withdrew; and not until the red bow was seen gaily erect upon the gifted brow did anyone dare address Jo.

She did not think herself a genius by any means; but when the writing fit came on, she gave herself up to it with entire abandon, and led a blissful life, unconsious of want, care or bad weather, while she sat safe and happy in an imaginary world, full of friends almost as real and dear to her as any in the flesh.

Sleep forsook her eyes, meals stood untasted, day and night were all too short to enjoy the happiness which blessed her only at such times, and made these hours worth living, even if they bore no other fruit. The divine afflatus usually lasted a week or two, and then she emerged from her "vortex" hungry, sleepy, cross, or despondent.

- Little Women, excerpt from Chapter 27

This week has been crazy, and since I have not had the opportunity to write a proper blog post, a quote describing a writer that is very much after my own heart will have to suffice.

- Hannah


  1. I <3 Jo.

    And I was always horrified when Amy _________ (blanked out in case you haven't gotten there).

    1. I do too. She is so much like me!

      So was I! (I have read the entire book ;) )

  2. Little Women is one of the best books ever!

  3. Ah! Reading this post of yours makes me anticipate reading Little Women all over again this summer! I'm hoping to read it along with the sequels too. Can't wait! Did you know I'm going to host a Louisa May Alcott reading challenge? Seeing how you are already an Alcott reader, I thought you may be interested to know!

    1. Oh, no, I didn't know that. Thanks for letting me know! I don't know if I'll be able to participate or not, due to my current school-load, but I will look into it :)


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