“For it would seem – her case proved it – that we write, not with the fingers, but with the whole person. The nerve which controls the pen winds itself about every fiber of our being, threads the heart, pierces the liver.” – Virginia Woolf
I love me some writers who bare their bones! I want an entire creep show. Creep as is oh snap, this is the real real. This is a writer separate from the rest. Those writers that call us out of our Stepford ways and let us shake free.
To write that way, Woolf says it well. They write with their entire being. Not just with the tips of their fingers but from depths of who they are. Imagine reading a piece of work that returns you to your self! That is good writing.