If you need me, I’m in the backyard with a cup of tea and my back to the sun

17 Nov

I’ve been writing a short essay on how, after signing the registration book as Housewife, I found myself to be in the Abu Dhabi library reading “A Room of One’s Own” (they have two copies).

And then, thanks to Genevieve, I read Susan Johnson‘s blog and she said, amongst other excellent things, this: “I do know my life is enriched by my children, but I am not entirely sure my art is….it is very, very hard for me to combine writing with running a household, having children, and a marriage. Most of the world’s greatest women writers did not have children. This is not an accidental fact.”

So it seemed that although I was very much enjoying putting words into sentences and sentences into paragraphs that there was no longer any need to write the essay.

But if I keep not saying things because they’ve already been said, then what will I write about?

So I put the kettle on.


9 Responses to “If you need me, I’m in the backyard with a cup of tea and my back to the sun”

  1. fifi November 17, 2008 at 11:05 am #

    my sentiments exactly, dear cat.
    There are very few female painters with children either.

    Genevieve is very very helpful for things like that.

    Actually, I don’t imagine that you said, despite its having been said a million times before,
    would fail to be made all the more worthwhile by its having been said by you.

  2. franzy November 17, 2008 at 11:51 am #

    You could start small:

    “These bricks don’t have enough caramel and cockroach filling!”

    That’s never been written before.

  3. Stomper Girl November 17, 2008 at 12:29 pm #

    I thought this would all improve next year when they were both at school. Are you telling me this is not the case?!?!?

    *runs round in circles screaming*

  4. fifi November 17, 2008 at 1:12 pm #

    make that *anything* you said.

    When the feck will I ever learn to type or talk sense, I don’t know.

  5. genevieve November 17, 2008 at 4:16 pm #

    Academics are always repackaging the words of others, dear Cat, so why not us? why the hell not indeed?
    Susan is a very good blogger, her snapshots of literary life in London (and elsewhere – did we see Dieppe?) are terrific.
    Rachel Power has done a whole book with others on the mothers and art thing, it’s good too. Just such a relief to know I am not the only parent who has been impatient when children are around.
    It may need a sequel, however, about women whose children are grown and gone – when did this happen? I keep asking myself. At the risk of sounding blasphemous, it’s almost too quiet now.

  6. genevieve November 17, 2008 at 4:20 pm #

    And she hath a blog.

  7. miriam November 17, 2008 at 5:29 pm #

    there is not much (if anything) to be said in this world that has not already been said. that doesn’t mean you can’t reach people in a different way with the same message, just because of the unique way you create your writing.

  8. Penthe November 18, 2008 at 5:07 pm #

    You write things worth reading. That’s a good reason to keep doing it. Please.

  9. Isabelle November 19, 2008 at 7:41 am #

    Forty? A child. Your life stretches before you, full of endless possibilities.

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