It didn’t take much for the very talented Rhiann Wynn-Nolet to convince me to join the Thursday’s Children weekly blog hop. Write about whatever inspires me? What’s not to like. Plus it has the cutest button, don’t you think?
Well it just so happened the strangest thing inspired me this week.
Our little family went on holiday for a few days to stay with some friends. On the second day we visited this place:
It was amazing. The weather was stunning, the water warm, the beach quiet. We explored, swam and hunted for treasures (shells and coloured stones) and the children spent hours building spa pools in the sand (go figure, this is a new generation…).
It was one of those unforgettable days. In fact I suppose the secluded location, smooth cliffs and dark ironsands were inspiring of themselves. But the real inspiration didn’t come until later that night…
At 12.45am my daughter woke me up.
‘Mummy I’ve just spewked in my bed.’
Yes, that wakes you up in a hurry.
(For the uninitiated spewk is one of her very own words – a combination of spew and puke… or vomit for those of you who are more delicate).
Also, bear in mind we are staying at a friend’s house and our daughter is sharing a room…
So I climb out of bed, bleary-eyed to survey the damage. Fortunately, she has a silky sort of sleeping bag that has taken the fallout and I am able to clean it off relatively easily while our friends remain asleep. However just as I am thinking I’ve dodged a bullet, my son comes barrelling out of the room across the hall and into the toilet (yes I know you American types say bathroom, but I’m a kiwi).
‘Mum I’m gonna be sick…’
And he was.
So imagine it’s the middle of the night and both your children are miserable and they want to be home in their own beds. By the time you finish cleaning everything up with disinfectant it’s 1:30am and the vomiting doesn’t seem to be a oncer…
It’s bad enough being sick at home when you can hide away in a corner. But in someone elses house, where you’re bunking in together and there’s three other children and a baby? And as much as our friends love us, passing on that bug would have been as welcome as, well – a bucket of sick.
How did I feel? Raw, vulnerable and a bit desperate. I hated seeing my precious children feeling so terrible – and felt powerless to do anything about it.
We all wanted to be home, but would they cope with a two hour drive in the wee hours of the morning?
In the end we packed up, said some very apologetic goodbyes and drove off into the night, bolstered by two empty icecream containers, a box of tissues and numerous bottles of water. In all honesty, it was a surreal twilight journey – we drove through thick fog and stopped more times than I care to remember, but the children held up like troopers and we were desperately glad to find our beds somewhere near 4am.
Strangely, this unfortunate end to our holiday inspired a new scene in the WIP.
One of my characters is the mother to a young girl who has caught the attention of a particularly nasty character. For the most part they are insulated by rank and their entourage, but what would happen if the child was too sick to move? And the mother became isolated from her support network? I could imagine exactly how she’d feel – and I think it will really ramp up the tension in the scene.
Will it fly? I’m not sure, but the beautiful thing about writing is every experience can provide inspiration if you’re prepared to keep your mind open to it.
Thanks to Rhiann for encouraging me to participate. I can’t figure out how to put the linky on – so in the meantime jump on over to her beautiful blog A Nest of Words to check it out.
How about you? What unlikely things have fired your creative imagination?