The American Bubble and Sheep

I don't want to make this a political blog, but I am getting sickened by what's being said in the news and the apparent lack of education and awareness of the general public in the U.S. Not to mention the great distance many Americans have placed between themselves and reality.

Now, I'm all for idealism. It's pretty much how I live my own life. But, that said, I'm not going to put a bubble around my head to convince myself that all is darn-tootin'-fine with the Good Ole U.S. of A. just so I can feel good about my own excessive lifestyle.

Good writerly news: I'd always thought of writing a picture book, but had no idea where to start or what I would write. Last night (or more appropriately, this morning), in the midst of pregnancy-induced insomnia, I came up with an idea I'm darn proud of. The silliest part of it is that it has to do with sheep. Fluffy, woolen sheep. (Not to be confused with starched, cottony sheep.)

I love sheep. Especially the white ones with black faces. Those are the kind my grandparents kept. The kind I saw toddling around one year and then ate, without realizing, the next. (Now that was an interesting evening.) No, the book has nothing to do with eating sheep.

~~Must go make lunches and get ready for a trip to the local State Park, in which we'll see horses and possibly jellyfish. (Wouldn't it be interesting to see them together?)