Mostly I’ve been right here, at home, planning a major move and looking for work in a new city, which we’ll be leaving for in six short weeks.
But I haven’t been writing for the blog because I have been working on a serious set of notes that I think is just about ready to take to the next level; the book level. I’ve been told friends, family, and regular readers for a long time that I should write a book, and believe me, I have given some thought to it. The problem has always been what to write. I started out as a writer in my childhood writing poems, which was an activity I dedicated myself to well into my 20s. I’ve written fiction that has won some small prizes, but I’m really not that creative for imagining storylines or characters. What I’m good at is probably the hardest market: non-fiction. Critical thinking, analysis, novel perspectives I’ve got in spades.
But even with that, what I do also has an element of memoir. My political activism revolves around my worldview, born of my life experience, which is admittedly odd. And with everyone still talking about banksters and wtf rich people are up to and clamoring for books about that, I’m not sure what I’ve got to say will sell, but I’ve got to try. Because I don’t think what I have to say is being said anywhere else.
To that end, the working title of my book right now is Motherfucked: How Feminism is Failing Poor & Working Class Women. In it, I plan to discuss the shortcomings of modern feminism from the poor and working class perspective, relying on my experience (personal narrative) mixed with heavy analysis and support data. My thesis is that feminism is incomplete without the participation of poor and working class women. I’d love to know what you think about my little project, which I hope to complete by the end of summer.