Remember You’re A Womble

In one particular moment of random contemplation. (yes I’ve had a few of those recently) I found myself staring at my fiance’s cup of tea on the windowsill, watching the steam spirally upwards and ended up being transported to my fantasy world and a character and story that apparently decided to suddenly make an appearance.

I am finding myself continually amazed by the randomness of my brain of late and now regularly post the random songs that pop into my head on any given day to Facebook.

I am also frustrated with myself because I am letting myself be distracted from my writing. I feel it is being dragged away like a innocent prisoner to be locked away in a tower somewhere, all the while proclaiming loud objections before being drowned out by every day life around me. Sometimes it resurfaces like that nagging feeling you are forgetting something but not quite sure what it is, so you dismiss it.

Perhaps my randomness is my muse shouting at me in a different way? Trying to make me sit up and take notice. After all wouldn’t you if suddenly you began singing “Remember you’re a womble” When a) you have no young children and b) you are nearing 38 years of age and its been a very long time since you even contemplated wombles let alone thought you were one!

Maybe I need to sit up and take more notice of this randomness, take the hint, shut out the rest of the world and get on with writing. It’s just drowning out the noise of the world that is escaping me at the moment. Perhaps I need to remember I’m a womble more often so I can finally succeed in putting pen to paper.