Following politics is probably not the best way to stimulate your muse. Too jarring, too much faux importance assigned to trivia, too many arguments. I, for one, am tempted to ignore all things political, you know, turn off the TV, never look at a news site, block all news sites from my Facebook and Twitter feeds. But, even if that would work (a debatable point,) I’m not sure that’s a good idea. For several reasons.
First, some of the best art is produced under emotional stress. I’ve written exactly one decent poem in my life. It was shortly after I broke it off with a steady. My wife has some amazing art from Communist Poland, advertising Shakespeare plays and such. The regime didn’t like art for art’s sake, but was fine with Shakespeare’s plays, apparently. So, the artists did some incredibly creative work hawking theater tickets. Stressful? You bet!
And there is the fact that, deep down inside, I want to influence my readers (4th & 5th graders, primarily) to think well, and to live with some compassion for their fellow humans. No, I never get pedantic. I never go on the nose, because that makes for lousy stories. But everything I believe in will come out, sooner or later, in my stories. (I may have mentioned this before?) Which means that it might be a good idea to follow the news even when it is upsetting, in order for my emotions to stay authentic. Makes sense to me!
What I can, and do, do (I said do do heh heh) is not argue with people. In fact, most of the time, what I repost, or occasionally post if I see an article about which I haven’t seen anything, is funny stuff, because, after all, I am a comic, and have been for years. (My classmates thought I was the class clown. I never thought of myself that way. I should have.) As far as arguing with people, I imagine that you can count on the fingers of zero hands the number of times a Facebook post has converted anyone to a different point of view. So, I don’t try. With the exception of some trollbots, everybody is probably sincere, and everybody probably has good reasons. Let ’em have ’em.
I’m too busy trying to decide how a group of fifth-graders is going to rescue a couple of FBI agents. (‘Cause chapter books are a form of fantasy, too.)