Narnia

Today the world was covered in a blanket of white snow. Our garden stayed mostly unspoilt apart from animal footprints. What I loved about it was that the three benches on the grass and the table looked like something out of Narnia – and was only missing the lamp where Lucy meets Mr Tumnus. I didn’t venture outside today but opened the windows to take photos from up high in the attic room I share with Dan. I like having an aerial view; I get to spy on the world and make up scenarios for novels – everyone living out their lives around us. I feel a little stuck, but I’ve taken on the February challenge on 750words.com – to write 750 words every day this month. It gets me back to basics with stream of consciousness writing and not stopping to edit or think too much about what I’ve written.

This must be a simply enormous wardrobe!” thought Lucy, going still further in and pushing the soft folds of the coats aside to make room for her. Then she noticed that there was something crunching under her feet. “I wonder is that more moth balls?” she thought, stooping down to feel it with her hands. But instead of feeling the hard, smooth wood of the floor of the wardrobe, she felt something soft and powdery and extremely cold. “This is very queer,” she said, and went on a step or two further. – The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis.