Mary Tsao followed up on my post about WoolfCamp with a critical thing I missed:
Sometimes after a long day of bellying up to the juice bar and being an on-demand short order cook, I would give anything (especially my kids) for a long uninterrupted conversation about how writing is as important to me as air and water and how blogging saves my sanity.
There’s a reason it’s called WoolfCamp, blogging is a way to a Room of One’s Own, maybe even the 50 pounds a year.
Also, I am growing increasingly interested in this new social medium of blogging as well as ideas of blogging as literary genre, blogging as a way to record women’s histories, blogging as a tool of the matriarchy, blogging as a tool for social change and grass-roots politics, oh, and blogging as a way to pay for Emily’s preschool.
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