And When Is There Time

Writers In A Profit Making Economy Are An Exploitable Commodity Whose Works Are Products To Be Marketed, And Are So Judged And Handled.

The Habits Of A Lifetime When Everything Else Had To Come Before Writing Are Not Easily Broken, Even When Circumstances Now Often Make It Possible For Writing To Be First; Habits Of Years - Responses To Others, Distractibility, Responsibility For Daily Matters - Stay With You, Mark You, Become You. The Cost Of Discontinuity (that Pattern Still Imposed On Women) Is Such A Weight Of Things Unsaid, An Accumulation Of Material So Great, That Everything Starts Up Something Else In Me; What Should Take Weeks Take Me Sometimes Months To Write; What Should Take Months, Takes Years.

I Don't Want To Die Leaving The World As It Is Right Now.

And When Is There Time To Remember, To Sift, To Weigh, To Estimate, To Total?

Compared To Men Writers Of Like Distinction And Years Of Life, Few Women Writers Have Had Lives Of Unbroken Productivity, Or Leave Behind A 'body Of Work.' Early Beginnings, Then Silence; Or Clogged Late Ones (foreground Silences); Long Periods Between Books (hidden Silences); Characterize Most Of Us.