{"id":2020,"date":"2019-11-10T14:31:13","date_gmt":"2019-11-10T22:31:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/?p=2020"},"modified":"2019-11-10T14:50:09","modified_gmt":"2019-11-10T22:50:09","slug":"the-persistence-of-hope","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/?p=2020","title":{"rendered":"The persistence of hope"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Reading through letters I wrote to my parents in early 1973, I am struck by how much writing I was doing, in spite of all the other stuff going on in my life.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px; text-align: left;\"><span style=\"color: #333399;\"><em>January 10, 1973<\/em><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #333399;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\"> (Having been laid off in an economic downturn, my husband was job-hunting.)<\/span> <em>Nothing new regarding our plans \u2013 I wish the thing was settled soon. \u2026<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px; text-align: left;\"><span style=\"color: #333399;\"><em>I have been hectically busy for the past month or so. \u2026 This week I have been working on an outline of my novel, and polishing up several chapters for a grant-in-aid that is being offered by the San Francisco Foundation. Don\u2019t have much chance of winning it, but less if I don\u2019t enter! \u2026 I have a huge pile of papers to grade <\/em><span style=\"color: #000000;\">(my freelance job as a reader for a local high school<em>)<\/em><\/span><em>, for which I shall have to read the textbook first; another reference book on the Indian rock drawings we visited at Tulelake (for an article); and a story to finish on the disposal of Christmas trees for which I have a go-ahead from a local magazine.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px; text-align: left;\"><em><a href=\"http:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/wp-content\/uploads\/snow-drops.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignleft wp-image-2016\" src=\"http:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/wp-content\/uploads\/snow-drops-199x300.jpg\" alt=\"snow drops\" width=\"167\" height=\"252\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/wp-content\/uploads\/snow-drops-199x300.jpg 199w, https:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/wp-content\/uploads\/snow-drops.jpg 680w, https:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/wp-content\/uploads\/snow-drops-600x904.jpg 600w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 167px) 100vw, 167px\" \/><\/a><span style=\"color: #333399;\">February 12, 1973<\/span><\/em><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #333399;\"> <em>Finished today a short story based on our experience of buying a baby Christmas tree this year. We were going to give it to a park, but the kids wanted to keep it. The kids like the story, so I hope the women\u2019s magazines will.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px; text-align: left;\"><span style=\"color: #333399;\"><em>March 3, 1973<\/em><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #333399;\"> <em>Our own plans are getting more finalized. Tony will be commuting between here and Santa Barbara for a few months \u2026 and then we expect to move south when the kids finish school in June. \u2026 but at least now I know what sort of time scale I have for finishing up projects here. I am currently working on a big story about the influx of older, traditionally brought up housewives into the women\u2019s movement, and have several other ideas on file that I will need to get material for before we leave, As usual, every new idea spins off into several new stories, and I can\u2019t possibly find time to do them all.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px; text-align: left;\"><span style=\"color: #333399;\"><em>March 22, 1973<\/em><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #333399;\"> <em>Tony leaves for Santa Barbara Monday, and I am going to drive the kids down later in the week for a long weekend of looking around and getting our bearings. \u2026 In the meantime I have a huge pile of students\u2019 field trip reports sitting on my desk \u2026 and then back to the draft of a story that could be the most important thing that has happened to me career-wise. I have an invitation to submit to Harpers Magazine (and that is the top) a story on the women\u2019s movement. My thesis is that the rapidly increasing numbers of middle-aged, middle-class housewives being attracted to the movement is having a significant effect on the direction of feminist politics. I have been very involved with the setting up of a chapter of National Women\u2019s Political Caucus here, and have also got many insights from the Department of Continuing Education for Women at Foothill College, which is very active in encouraging frustrated housewives to get back into the mainstream of life.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px; text-align: left;\"><span style=\"color: #333399;\"><em>Of course a go-ahead doesn\u2019t mean the story is sold. I think I have learned a lot about this since last year, when I was so crushed that the famous publishing house which wanted to see my novel sent it back again. But still it\u2019s exciting to have it even considered.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Where are they now, all these articles and stories I worked so hard on? Gone. Never published. Not even copies crammed into my old black filing cabinet. I must have thrown them out in a fit of tidiness, or more likely despair. I can&#8217;t even find the kind, hand-written rejection letter from the editor of the famous publishing house, which I know I kept for years. All that\u2019s left is the memory of how hopefully we writers begin new projects again and again and again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Reading through letters I wrote to my parents in early 1973, I am struck by how much writing I was doing, in spite of all the other stuff going on in my life. January 10, 1973 (Having been laid off in an economic downturn, my husband was job-hunting.) 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