The Sounds of...Si...Er, A lot of Kids

I haven't written in days. DAYS. This is painful for me. I got sick last week. It sucked in multiple ways, not the least of which was zapping all writing mojo from my very being.

And not that making a pan of brownies and two boxes of Stove Top Stuffing was all that taxing but you know, Thanksgiving did put me a bit out of whack.

For the next two days, I have my 3 year old nephew staying at my house. He is fantastic and hilarious but also ALL BOY.

I have bookish kids. My house wakes up and everyone sort of rolls into their morning slowly and quietly. We spend time reading, sipping coffee (or in their case, orange juice) and working our way into the day. Peterson wakes up looking for people to play trains with and screaming that we need to shoot the monsters.

What's funny is that my kids are totally into it. They are shouting with him. No one even wants to eat breakfast. They just want to PLAY.

So much for bookish kids.

I guess we all need a change of perspective sometimes; something that will break up our routine and make us see things differently. Peterson is about the most delightful monkey wrench that any of us have experienced in a LONG time.

As for me, all the screaming makes me want to get back to my book. I, of course, won't be able to until later tonight but I am EXCITED about it again. Excited about fixing things in it (yes, Julio finished it --- right before completing Black Ops Level 43--- and gave me really good feedback). Excited about making it better so I can give it to the next 3 people who will give me feedback.

So I guess what I am trying to say is thank you, Peterson. You're the best cure for writer's block that I can think of.