Mutterings and Musings

Sitting Room Camping

There are chopsticks on the floor all around, a sari draped over a pair of chairs and my mother-in-law is cooking on the floor with my three-year-old nephew. They've been camping.
"We need to collect sticks from the forest, Josef."
"Let's take the sticks back to our tent, Josef."
"Now we build a fire and cook our dinner, Josef."

Josef is having the time of his life. Granny looks after him once a week, every week (in fact, twice this week, he was here yesterday too) - but it's still an adventure. A few props and plenty of attention and he's in clover.
I've been really struggling lately (with a number of silly things, nothing serious!) and as such writing's taken a back seat. I think I got about five days in to the 30-Day Blogging Challenge (way to go me!) and I've got a stack of editing I've been putting off and putting off. Yet listening to Josef playing this morning has given me motivation to delve back into my imagination and take a wonder through some of my worlds. Hopefully even this short blog entry will limber up a few writing muscles and act as a warm-up stretch.


And if I don't get anywhere, well then I might just climb under the sari-tent and go camping with a three-year-old.