Mish Mash~Writers of Kern Blog Challenge Post #6

At the end of a crazy busy week that is how my body and brain feel, all mish mashed.  I was thinking or trying to through a thick haze of brain fog, about what to write for today’s blog challenge and I was getting fragmented sparks of inspiration that were making me dizzy. A few of those disjointed processes were like, dog spayed shots updated, husband doctor’s appointment gained weight, that’s good, oh it’s mothers day, do I like filler holiday’s, of course I don’t, but don’t want to rile feathers, Josiah’s seventeenth birthday, a poem, my five, I wrote, edited chapter one, working on chapter two, oh I have it, how do you eat an elephant, never did like that expression, I like elephants, but it fits as a metaphor for writing a book, novel, whatever.

So instead of getting deep into the goings on of my life, I think I will mop a floor, edit another page, take my son shopping and hopefully get some rest at some point today.

I read this poem and thought about how often I have let the music die inside me and thought I would share it. I hope that by breaking writing down into the smallest of pieces (eating the elephant) of editing a chapter a day or even a page a day, that I can quell this from happening.

Music In The Flat

    By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

When Tom and I were married, we took a little flat;
I had a taste for singing and playing and all that.
And Tom, who loved to hear me, said he hoped I would not stop
All practice, like so many wives who let their music drop.
So I resolved to set apart an hour or two each day
To keeping vocal chords and hands in trim to sing and play.

The second morning I had been for half an hour or more
At work on Haydn’s masses, when a tap came at my door.
A nurse who wore a dainty cap and apron, and a smile,
Ran down to ask if I would cease my music for awhile.
The lady in the flat above was very ill, she said,
And the sound of my piano was distracting to her head.

A fortnight’s exercises lost, ere I began them, when,
The following morning at my door, there came that tap again;
A woman with an anguished face implored me to forego
My music for some days to come -a man was dead below.
I shut down my piano till the corpse had left the house,
And spoke to Tom in whispers and was quiet as a mouse.

A week of labor limbered up my stiffened hand and voice,
I stole an extra hour from sleep, to practice and rejoice;
When, ting-a-ling, the door-bell rang a discord in my trill –
The baby in the flat across was very, very ill.
For ten long days that infant’s life was hanging by a thread,
And all that time my instrument was silent as the dead.

So pain and death and sickness came in one perpetual row,
When babies were not born above, then tenants died below.
The funeral over underneath, some one fell ill on top,
And begged me, for the love of God, to let my music drop.
When trouble went not up or down, it stalked across the hall,
And so in spite of my resolve, I do not play at all.


Author: iola reneau

I am a writer and sometimes author.

4 thoughts on “Mish Mash~Writers of Kern Blog Challenge Post #6”

  1. I have to admit I’ve never heard the phrase “eating the elephant,” but I like it! As for the music inside you, I say play through the funeral! (Yes, this is a do as I say not as I do comment…lol!). Liked the poem, hadn’t come across this one before.

  2. Play on, play on! Your art is your life’s breath too. One can accomodate to relate, but do not stop when the neighbor knocks, just play!

  3. I liked the musing about the flood of issues going on in life. The challenge for writers/other artists as well is to find the time to create on a continual basis. I know that is hard even when retired. Like Anna, I have not heard the expression eat the elephant before. The answer to that riddle is one bite at a time; better to trade the animal in for a good notepad. TR

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