Finally. The Presidential elections are over, the winner has been chosen and the loser sinks back into obscurity. Honestly, can you name the "also-rans" from the last four elections? People in important, highly visible positions still misbehave and get caught. Did they think they would not? Why? The budget wars have resumed in Washington DC, the other Washington. Lights in the sky - must be UFOs - are once again in the news. Doomsday predictions surrounding December 21 and the end of the Mayan calendar are again raised.
In other words, business as usual. The new normal. Different players sometimes, the old guard sometimes, but as they say, the beat goes on. There is a rhythm to all of this, like the rhythm of a symphony or the ebb and flow of the ocean. In a way it's comforting. We will never wake up to a day with no news, no scandal, no drama.
At any rate, I am grateful that the assault of political phone calls, TV ads, street side signs and debates is over. It will all return in four short years, enjoy the interlude. As a writer I create drama, excitement that is always escalating, always more deadly. Art imitating life perhaps.
Do we write and read mysteries and adventure stories because life has the same rhythm? Always the new scandal, the murder, the horror of terrorism, the threat of disaster around the corner. Here's a question for you, are we as a people addicted to the drumbeat of bad news the way some are addicted to cigarettes? How soon would we put down a book where every day was sunny and there were no lurking dangers?
I don't have the answer, I just pose the question. Personally, I like a quick paced book with lots of action and intrigue. Murder even. At least I know that at the end of the book Right will prevail and all of the secrets will be revealed. Life should imitate art.