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Sunshine and champagne. [Sunday, Mar. 23rd, 2008|10:52 pm]
The richest girl in town.
It's interesting to me that in the last few weeks, when I have been kicking myself for not getting more writing done (or if done, not then deleted) for work, I've had numerous thoughts swirling in my head about everything from parenthood to politics to who we date and why that I've really needed to write down. Most of those thoughts continue to swirl. I haven't had the time, or the distance, or the discipline, or the guts to actually work through it all on paper.

Today was a nice day. I sat in Dolores Park with friends during the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence's 29th annual Easter party. The sun was high and brighter than it's been in months, it seems. It was warm and exhausting. I saw folks I didn't expect and others I figured would be winding their way through the throngs of half-naked bunnies and bonnets.

Now at home for the last few hours, I've been staring at my computer screen with a mixture of fascination and repulsion, reading essays for reference in the anti-oppression training manual I'm writing, reading blog entries about how Reverend Jeremiah Wright is being crucified for saying things that a lot of black people feel--and thought a lot of white people knew we felt. I'm reading articles about 4,000 dead American soldiers in Iraq and about a Kurdish Iraqi translator who was denied a green card because he was a member of the Kurdish army that tried to overthrow Saddam Hussein years ago, and our government considers that terrorist activity. I'm reading about how the investigation that busted Governor Eliot Spitzer is looking more and more like a Republican hit.

And I'm staring at a blank document in my word processor that should be filled with all kinds of things--a cover letter for submitting a short story to a literary journal; a discussion of the intersectionality of oppression; an essay about the way I learned to talk about race in my family; my ever-evolving thoughts on why I some day want to be a mother; a poem about the way I love.

But I'm not writing those things right now, just a summary of the thoughts swirling in my sun-and-champagne addled brain as I take a deep breath and prepare to go to bed and try hard not to make dangerous decisions on a Sunday night until I've let those thoughts run their course, even if that course isn't on a piece of paper.
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[User Picture]From: olamina
2008-03-24 11:21 am (UTC)
very beautifully written.
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[User Picture]From: rag_and_bone
2008-03-24 03:48 pm (UTC)
this is gorgeous. and i hope that when you do write these pieces, i am able to read them.
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[User Picture]From: mysterc
2008-03-25 12:06 am (UTC)
Thank you.
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