Here is my spin on a Robert Frost poem, ‘The Woods are Lovely, Dark and Deep…’ “but I have 3,000 more words before I sleep.” Just days before Christmas, I imagine most of us have plenty to do before we sleep. Unfortunately my solution for having far too much to do isn’t very productive, so I can’t recommend it. Perhaps I’m just contrary by nature, but I go slower. In fact, outside of automatic body functions, it may have looked like I was doing nothing for at least two hours today. That was an illusion, I was awaiting divine inspiration I tell you, and I trust it will come in its own good time. Like tonight.
This year’s winter solstice is upon us and though that means it is now officially winter, it is a BOOYAH moment mentally. See, however infinitesimal, from here on out the days grow longer. So take that winter. Hah. Summer’s right around the corner, a mere six months away, but its light is already shining. Besides that this is also a great big fat long night in which to write, or to do those amazing Christmas things so many people do. Like try to come up with a replacement gift for the ones that aren’t going to show up in time. Or run out of scotch tape and stick everyone’s gifts into old gift bags and call it being green. For some of us inspiration rarely comes in traditional homey touches, it slogs through the woods on the longest night of the year. I might close my eyes, just to keep them from drying out, but I'm not sleeping - that's an illusion - I'm just waiting patiently for the arrival of my inspiration.