We’ve spoken and spoken here of the writing, (and sometimes, reading), doldrums which is a result of the world situation right now.
We not only have a pandemic, which should certainly be bad enough, but the repercussions of it and the effects on family members as well as ourselves have been unbelievable.
There is also the weighing of what precautions are advisable, which are genuinely prudent, which are actually practical and which seem to be downright indicative of paranoia.
Then there are the arguments as to how bad it all is and where/who/how. What treatments are available and what is quackery, when certain are useful or advisable, who has the right idea and who seems to not really care, why every politician and official seems to have wavered in what was said, done or promised as opposed to what they are now doing/saying,
and why are all the social/economic/medical “experts” fighting?
I have family members in every classification above. It adds to the stress.
(BTW, has the word ‘expert’ lost its meaning?)
However, I have one children’s story that has been ready for years. I sent to my one target publisher a couple of years ago and found that the mindset of the publication had shifted away from any stories that rhyme.
Did you get that? A major publication whose very existence is to encourage children to read, yet they will no longer publish stories that rhyme.
I can’t imagine that there is any culture in the world with a spoken language that doesn’t sing to or teach their children in rhyme or rhythm. As a matter of fact, I will go out on a limb to guess that people without a spoken language made/make rhythm up in humming or noises to say/sing to their children.
Children learn well in rhyme. The continual use of rhyming poetry and nursery rhymes for millennia will attest to that.
Dr. Seuss knew it.
In fact, I was in a school where the work was hard and strict, but by jingo, we LEARNED. And in addition to all of the reading, writing and drills, in the youngest years, we not only learned poetry,(which nearly always rhymed then), we were made to write rhyming poetry. We were taught songs, (rhyming songs), and we were made to folk dance; the rhythm and words were known to be important to developing minds.
I cannot get over the disappointment, not so much of the rejection of my work, but the WHY: because it dared to rhyme.
I know that I should have been sending it right back out, but I didn’t. I will. If you know of a publisher looking for a light-hearted family story set at Christmastime, please let me know. Otherwise, I will be looking more toward Christian publishers, as many ‘mainstream’ publications seem to be rejecting any Christian holiday stories, even if they don’t rhyme.
However, this one does rhyme.
I will never let go of the idea that rhyme and rhythm are good for developing minds and makes learning interesting and easier,
and it makes learning fun.
I hope that the ‘experts’ who work for publications will ‘discover’ this once more and make the publications fun again, for the children’s sake.