Is it just me or are the first four paragraphs of Dickens‘ A Christmas Carol both brilliant and hysterically funny? There seems a significant mood change beginning in the fifth graph, but the first four always crack me up. Combined with his preface, he opens with a joke (a few, really) and has me at hello.
In just a bit over 300 words, Dickens does riffs on the deadness of doornails, the ancestral wisdom in simile, and the ghost of Hamlet’s father that are practically stand-up comedy (mentioning a ghost foreshadows his own tale). We learn that Marley is (definitely!) dead and that he and Scrooge were partners. We learn a bit about their character, particularly Scrooge’s.
One could write an article about those four paragraphs (but I didn’t)!
Reading A Christmas Carol (and seeing as many of the movie versions as possible) is a Christmas tradition of mine. (As is lefse, and the place I’ve counted on to provide it… isn’t this year, so the search is on.) I’ve covered both topics already; they’re not what I sat down to write about.
The problem is, every time I sit down to write something, I end up scrapping it or saving it, in both cases because what I’m writing seems utter crap.
It’s not writer’s block; I’m writing plenty. It’s just that I hate — really, really hate — everything I write right now. (Well, not everything. That last bit there was mildly amusing. “write right”!)
But I’m not engaging myself, so it’s obviously break time.
If I don’t see you until, Have a Merry Christmas (or whatever you celebrate — I’m more a Winter Solstice Druid, myself) and a Happy New Year!
I’m gonna go play in the snow or curl up with some books!
[In fact, this blog post was meant to be about shifting moods (hence the title, if you were wondering), but it just wouldn’t turn into anything I wanted to publish.]