Last night's bed-time story for the boys was another chapter of The Return of the King: The Ride of the Rohirrim. Tonight we needed something funny, so we eschewed Tolkien for Wierd Al Yankovic and Youtube. Yes, Weird Al, king of musical parody from the late '80's and early '90's slowly turned our giggles into hysterics as we first watched the original Michael Jackson's BEAT IT (hilarious in and of itself) followed by the timeless EAT IT.
"Can we watch more mom?" they pleaded, and I complied. (Yes it was a joy to share something from my youth, but it also helped me procrastinate from blogging!) We watched Nirvana's Smell's Like Teen Spirit, and then Wierd Al's Smells Like Nirvana. Kurt Cobain is known to have said that he knew they made it after hearing Wierd Al's satire.
Here is my thought for tonight: What constitutes my Wierd Al parody, and how do I not take myself too seriously?
I'll admit that I was anxiously avoiding the blog because I thought I had nothing to write about - especially since I had been so effervescent in my last blog about finishing the first draft of my WIP, and that I was going to start revising and ripping it to shreds. I printed it out, but haven't had time to even look at more than the first scene. I could write a long list of all of my other obligations, but I won't bother, because I know that you have them too, I am not alone in this balancing act.
I have to take my writing seriously, otherwise no-one else will, but I also need to keep a sense of humor, and wear life like a loose garment.
So thank you Wierd Al, for inspiring this blog and for reminding me not to stress out about blogging, that it is meant to be a fun, social networking, spiritual exercise. (Now can you help me find time to work on my novel's next draft?)
