Anais Nin has struggled with herself on whether or not to continue the Diary. Some tell her to scrap it so that she can focus on writing novels and fiction, but her intuition tells her to continue it because it is her own personal creation. She views it as her art, which uses her feelings and emotions to create a new form to serve a new purpose. It is similar to other art forms such as painting and sculpture and pottery and architecture and novels and music, all creative products of a person's deepest desires.
Is the Diary an escape? Does it make her and keep her neurotic by allowing her to focus and analyze her life and by giving her the opportunity to re-read it and keep the past in the present because of its being documented? Is it a realistic or idealistic portrayal of her and her life?
We are all myth-makers about ourselves. We are unrecognized creative geniuses, martyrs. We create romantic images of ourselves. Anais Nin is no different.
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