Italian words had dropped like wounded animal sounds. Pronunciation integral to communication, plot is a superfluous imposed construct. Realism’s reliance on plot to mimic real life in fiction distorts representation as fate spun out and unraveled like Penelope’s weaving to manipulate the reader with convoluted patterns of cause and effect.

I learn through my literary mothers. Virginia Woolf is seminal to women’s writing (but why gender writing).  A Room of One’s Own, and Modern Fiction, (just to name two) are pivotal texts to liberate the writer from the constraints and constructs of Realism. , I recommend to all writers. Woolf’s prose is a web of associations, an interconnectivity of disparate elements I have set as the bar for my writing.