by Joni Abilene
I started a new book, but am also submitting stories from Woodsocket ’79 in the hopes that one will get published (which would help the book itself). Because, unless I get lucky and find a great opportunity, I think selling the stories first is the path to success. The book I just started is about a housewife in the 1970’s who gets hold of The Hite Report and, after reading, changes her opinion on everything she ever knew about being a woman and a wife. With her new feministic views, she counters a town full of angry people, loses her husband—and child—but instead of reverting back to the safe haven of gender-learned submission, she fights for her rights as a human being. There is of course, love and sex and craziness and all that 70’s stuff I seem to be obsessed with. But most of all it’s a human story. And timely, right? Who would have thought that in 2012 women would begin to lose the right to their own bodies, that society would revert back to its fear-based cavemen thinking, that radio personalities would say such nasty things, objectifying young women in such horrible ways? I never would’ve. But here it is, and here we are. So, in a way, I feel like I must write a book about feminism. My first thought was to write a biography about Shere Hite herself, but I found out she was penning her own screenplay so I gave up on the idea (at least, temporarily). And anyway, I do love the freedom of fiction.
So that’s it for now. It’s a cloudy, windy day here in Kansas. It always makes me feel so alone.