Don’t know how I feel about that especially when this person said, there certainly should be something in-between, like on one’s car. “If you only had two gears on your Chevy Susannah you’d either be driving like a snail or Mario Andretti.”
So the point being, my prose needs something…a truss of sorts to bridge the sad and funny.
The thing about writing a blog piece every day, is your mood and feelings make their way to the forefront like pushy politicians. They need to be heard and aired. Personally I prefer to be funny, but there are moments when laughter’s out to lunch leaving tears in its stead. As I pen my latest, I try not to control the outcome allowing the words to have their way without edit. What’s a few tears on the page anyway. I always feel they offset that pain in your side from laughing too much.
Who am I kidding? I don’t think we could ever laugh too much, but if we weren’t moved or affected here and there, those giggles would have much less punch…or poignancy. Yes, I think what’s ridiculous is poignant now that I dissect it pulling its skin back.
Yesterday for instance, when I went to visit Carmela, my basset hound pal, she didn’t want me to go, so she took my sunglasses and wouldn’t give them back. I ended up cajoling her with a cookie.
It was very funny, but sweet and tender at the same time. One could say, I laughed till I cried.
Reminds me of my very first 45. It was The Beatles…I Wanna Hold Your Hand with its flip side…I Saw Her Standing There.
Those two songs…complete as is…written by John and Paul stood on their own remaining classic forty years later.
Maybe you don’t really need anything in-between despite what the critics may think.
And for the record there Cupcake, I’d never be driving a Chevy.
Glad we got that straight.