Transformation of the self into literature

The neighbors are out, and they left their annoying dog behind, barking nonstop. I’m determined to take care of a few chores at home today: laundry, cleaning the room and bathroom, and tidying the home office. 

To avoid listening to the dog, I downloaded an audiobook. I chose The Trial by Kafka—I’ve been curious to read it again after my recent experience with jury duty.

Heard this introduction to the book, and I had to write it down. As is precisely what I've been thinking about in the last couple of days. 

I went back and read some of my previous posts, and I felt they were written by a 13 y/o or sounded like any ordinary facebook post from an angry woman. Felt such an embarrassment! However,  instead of lamenting, instead of punishing myself, I decided to start all over again, with my journal. A journal that is not the voice of an ordinary person, the journal of an ARTIST! 

So this that I heard in my audiobook fits so perfect with the new intention: 

 "Kafka shaped his own reality into literary form. Allied to this was a fear that unspecified forces might compromise the purity of his efforts.

Only in this way can writing be done,
only with such coherence,
only with such a complete opening of body and soul.

For Kafka, the only vital condition was that which encouraged the transformation of the self into literature."