She wrote this in her book Penelopiad. It was so familiarly beautiful, I just had to share it to you guys.
The gods were never averse to making a mess. In fact they enjoyed it. To watch some mortal with his or her eyes frying in their sockets through an overdose of god-sex made them shake with laughter. There was something childish about the gods, in a nasty way. I can say this now because I no longer have a body, I'm beyond that kind of suffering, and the gods aren't listening anyway. As far as I can tell they've gone to sleep. In your world, you don't get visitations from the gods the way people used to unless you're on drugs.
- Penelope (Wife of Odysseus)
What's strangely familiar here is the inner voice. Oh boy, now I seriously love Margaret Atwood. Please do grab a copy of any of her books. She's like a demigod. Sort of. In writing at least.
Hope all of you are spending a good weekend. Mine is currently deafening with rain. One angry rain. Plus my computer had this septic shock yesterday. Good thing is it's revived now and well I was able to restore some things that I missed to back up. Like my bookmarks. I thought I'd lose them forever. So, I'll shut up now. I have a trip to catch. *winks*
Love and peace.
