Just a short note from Browning on March 23, 1846 to admonish Miss Barrett for saying that he hates to write to her:
"Oh, my Ba—how you shall hear of this to-morrow—that is all: I hate
writing? See when presently I only write to you daily, hourly if you let
me? Just this now—I will be with you to-morrow in any case—I can go away
at once, if need be, or stay—if you like you can stop me by sending a
note for me to Moxon's before 10 o'clock—if anything calls for such a
Always the need for discretion!
Now briefly,—I am unwell and entirely irritated with this sad 'Luria'—I
thought it a failure at first, I find it infinitely worse than I thought—it is a
pure exercise of cleverness, even where most successful; clever attempted
reproduction of what was conceived by another faculty, and foolishly let pass
away. If I go on, even hurry the more to get on, with the printing,—it is to
throw out and away from me the irritating obstruction once and forever. I have
corrected it, cut it down, and it may stand and pledge me to doing better
hereafter. I say, too, in excuse to myself, unlike the woman at her
spinning-wheel, 'He thought of his flax on the whole far more than of his
singing'—more of his life's sustainment, of dear, dear Ba he hates writing to,
than of these wooden figures—no wonder all is as it is?"
Never finding the work good enough but always trying. Sound familiar?