May Sarton constantly dealt with the contrary desire to be alone, to write, with the need to sign books, to make appearance, to entertain friends, and to be available. Happiest at home, with her pets and her garden, she found herself juggling the demands of her public.
This journal of a year shows the cost of meeting contradictory demands on her time. To have a poem gestating in her mind, and yet to be called away to speak at a university or at a book signing she had agreed to month prior, set up a necessary tension in her life.
Much as she complains about it, I think part of her liked the attention.