The day started on an up note. Got Deig off to school and marveled again at how easy the mornings are here with just us. She wakes up of her own accord around 6:30 a.m. We B.S. around, bathe, eat, talk, dress and saunter out the door by 8:10. Now I am waiting for my laundry to dry. Kay and I were drinking wine last night and talking. She said she and June were walking down the street and a redneck guy hooted something suggestive at them and she spontaneously screamed: “Get away from us, you suck bag dog!” We decide it is a perfect feminist taunt.
Still processing the conference. So many different kinds of women. A Chinese-American woman says she and her friends are worried about “raising bananas.” That is their equivalent of Oreos for us! The Latina said they call them “coconuts, brown on the outside, white on the inside.” It made a great connection between all of us. Nobody respects the people in their group who are just trying to be white folks.
Anita and I had a drink at the airport before we caught our respective planes. She ordered: “red on the rocks.” I thought that was cool. Straight Scotch is such a world-weary thing for a woman to order.
I have been working. Completed a treatment for a screenplay and started on another. I had a real breakthrough thought today that makes for a lot more freedom in my work. I think some of it is due to reading about Georgia O’Keeffe. The thing is, I had gotten the priorities fucked up. I can write what occurs to me and if it sells, fine. If not, maybe the next one will. I don’t have to merge the creative process and the commercial one. All the creative stuff ain’t commercial and all the commercial stuff ain’t creative. I feel that I should have known that all along. I am discovering so much. Is Georgia O’Keeffe an inspiration to everyone who reads about or knows about her, or is she talking just to me?
The true things are becoming clearer to me. My work is opening like a flower.