Every Woman Who Writes Is A Survivor.

Women Have The Right To Say: This Is Surface, This Falsifies Reality, This Degrades.

There Are Worse Words Than Cuss-words, There Are Words That Hurt.

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.

It Is Distraction, Not Meditation, That Becomes Habitual; Interruption, Not Continuity; Spasmodic, Not Constant Toil.