There is definitely a correspondence or synchronicity here.
“Until I was in the forties—I could settle the date by seeing when I wrote
To the Lighthouse, but am too casual here to bother to do it—the presence
of my mother obsessed me. I could hear her voice, see her, imagine what
she would do or say as I went about my day’s doings. She was one of the
invisible presences who after all play so important a part in every
life. . . .
Then one day walking round Tavistock Square I made up, as I
sometimes make up my books, To the Lighthouse, in a great, apparently
involuntary, rush. One thing burst into another. . . . I wrote the book
very quickly; and when it was written, I ceased to be obsessed by my
mother. I no longer hear her voice; I do not see her.
I suppose that I did for myself what psycho-analysts do for their
patients. I expressed some very long felt and deeply felt emotion. And
in expressing it I explained it and then laid it to rest. But what is
the meaning of ‘explained’ it?” (from Moments of Being, “Sketch,” 80-81;
Woolf was 45 when she began writing To the Lighthouse in 1925)
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