Mitchell Fiction: Camping


Mitchell rested his hands behind his head, cradling it over the flat pillow Eric had given him. The cool night air felt good on his arms and the exposed part of his chest that stuck out of the sleeping bag. Maybe there was hope for this camping idea yet.

He hadn’t wanted to come. Hell, he’d laughed when Eric had suggested it; he liked to be outside, sure, but to find a spot in the middle of the woods and spend the night? Doing what?

The lead guitarist hadn’t backed down, no matter how grumpy Mitchell got. Camping, it seemed, was going to happen. Just the two of them, a couple of sleeping bags, a tent that Eric damn well better know how to pitch, some food in a bear-proof container, and two acoustic guitars.

It had been obvious that Eric knew what he was doing. “It’s how Dad escapes from the congregation,” Eric had said as he’d slid the poles in place. “Everywhere else he goes — even if he’s in another city — he runs into people who know him. So he comes up here instead. Jared used to come with him until he got a life, then it was my turn.” Eric had shrugged. “I may have a life, but it includes this now.”

Mitchell thought he was nuts. Once the tent was up, he got bored. Picking up firewood wasn’t exactly stimulating, although actually getting the thing started had some fun points. Like when Eric had pulled a stick out of the fire, its end glowing orange, and challenged him to a swordfight.

That hadn’t lasted long, so they’d roasted their weenies, toasted the buns, and threw a few ears of corn on the edges. Somehow, it all tasted better out there. Mitchell didn’t want to admit it, but he sort of was digging this. Being able to take a piss wherever he felt like it wasn’t a bad thing, either.

Going to bed before sunrise had sucked, but he’d actually been too tired to care. And now here he was, awake at the crack of dawn, listening to the birds start singing.

Part of why Eric had dragged him out here was because lately, the songs weren’t there. The band had a new album due, but whenever they sat down to write songs, they all sounded like shit. Flat. Or fake. Forced. Definitely not the Fuck You, World that ShapeShifter was known for. Worst of all, the music that was always playing in Mitchell’s head had stopped.

This solution of Eric’s had seemed stupid at first — songs about birds chirping weren’t exactly Fuck You, World. But now, as the world woke up and dragged Eric along with it, the birds weren’t the only music Mitchell was hearing.



  1. gautami tripathy

    January 9, 2009 12:27 pm

    It seems Mitchell is not opening up his mind to the beauty of nature and camping life. I don’t really blame him. It sounds all so good but when one is out there, it kinds of simply falls apart..

  2. Susan

    January 9, 2009 12:44 pm

    Oh, but he’s learning, G!

    You should camp with us. We have a fab time. (but we don’t roast weenies for dinner, either.)

  3. Frigga

    January 9, 2009 2:51 pm

    Hehe, I totally see Mitchell’s point of view on camping, it kinda sucks but it’s kinda cool. I like this post! 🙂

  4. Cindi

    January 9, 2009 3:41 pm

    I’ve never been camping and still don’t know if I’ll ever want to but M almost makes it seem that it’s okay.
    Nice to know it gets the creative juices flowing.


    January 9, 2009 8:43 pm

    I hope he draws some inspiration from this experience. If nothing else, he ought to get a nice Hawthorne effect!

  6. gautami tripathy

    January 10, 2009 12:37 pm

    If you are there, I will join you..


  7. Toni

    January 10, 2009 1:00 pm

    I agree with Mitchell and Frigga. I thought it was a great post!

  8. Thomma Lyn

    January 10, 2009 4:06 pm

    *grin*, I love everything about this outtake. I *so* relate! There’s nothing that inspires me creatively more than being up on the mountain.

    A swordfight with glowing firewood — hilarious!!

  9. floreta

    January 10, 2009 6:36 pm

    lovely! i like the tone of this piece.. cynical but then surrendering.. i love camping trips for this same reason. it always helps my creative juices! and it’s fun playing music around a campfire!

  10. Tumblewords

    January 10, 2009 10:12 pm

    Camping can go either very well or barely passable! Nice post!

  11. Linda May

    January 11, 2009 3:26 am

    I enjoy your stories and am ready for the next installment. Well done.

  12. Robin

    January 11, 2009 5:00 am

    This so makes me want to go camping :).

  13. schizoshrink

    January 11, 2009 8:04 am

    i miss camping! nice post! can we xchange links?

  14. rambler

    January 11, 2009 12:18 pm

    this made me so much wanna do this 🙂

  15. Granny Smith

    January 11, 2009 7:26 pm

    The natural world seems to be getting to Mitchell! Bird song can inspire other music – or simply inspire.

  16. Shelley Munro

    January 12, 2009 4:29 am

    Awww! A happy ending. I’m glad Mitchell has found his music again.

  17. Toni

    January 12, 2009 8:22 am

    Congrats on your team! I have my Meet My Friends Monday – featuring you – posted… Have a great Monday.

  18. Sandra

    January 12, 2009 9:36 am

    Hi!I’m over here through Toni’s.
    What a great post!
    I think I’ll be coming here more often.
    Have a great week!

  19. Wylie

    January 12, 2009 11:16 pm

    Lookin’ for inspiration in all the right place 😉

    I’m totally down with the the camp-til-your-brain-fires method as my current wip (which I’m *this* close to finishing) was inspired by our camping trip last Labor Day.

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