But then I decided not to.
It's over. Not that we should be complacent for the next 4 years until there is another election cycle or anything, but seriously -- what is the point in moaning about how sad we are, or rehashing the issues that have already been decided? Even if I could change everyone's mind in the country, what good would it do? I am disappointed in the choice that was made because of the financial implications that this outcome will have on me and my little family, but we've survived worse and I actually support several of the social issues. I will choose to cling to what is good and work to implement changes for what I disagree with.
So that is the last you will hear on it from me. Instead, today I will share an excerpt from my latest book idea.
As you know if you have read my blog before, I had written about 8,000 words or so in a fiction/fantasy novel but then NBC aired Revolution and my novel became trash. I've been searching for something new to write. While I haven't come up with a new idea for a novel, I have been working on a little something as an exercise to get my creative juices flowing again. In case you didn't know, I have a degree in English Literature. I love literature...especially poetry. It evokes all sort of romantic thoughts, feelings, and ideas. Tennyson, Frost, Dickenson,Whitman, Whittier, etc -- they were all magicians with words and I can get lost in their little idyllic worlds as I read them.
As much as I enjoy these little escapes from reality into literature, I find it increasingly difficult to relate to some of my favorites, so I am rewriting them to be more relevant to my life now as a mom to 4 little minions.
I have chosen to share my version of Robert Frost's "Stopping By The Woods On A Snowy Evening" which I have changed to "Walking Through The House On A Monday Morning." I have also rewritten "The Lady of Shallot" to "The Lady Of Quite A Lot" and I am working on rewriting "The Raven" as "The Toddler," (you can probably hear part of that one...."quoth the toddler 'evermore'..."
Anyway, I hope that this will provide a giggle and a welcomed distraction from your election hangover. I don't know what I will do with these once I finish them, but perhaps a publisher would be willing to put out a little book of "Literary Classics Rewritten For Mothers." Enjoy.
Walking Through The House On A Monday Morning
Who made this mess? I think I knowThey’re safely off at school now thoughThey thought that if they left this hereThat I would put it where it goes.
My little dog must think it queerTo see me rushing far and nearNever stopping to take a breakWiping every smudge and smear.
The laundry pile requires a rakeThe bathroom floor looks like a lakeIt makes me want to stop and weepIf not for the time that it would take
The hours rush by, they do not creepI have to straighten, dust and sweepAnd there’s laundry to fold before I sleepAnd there’s laundry to fold before I sleep.