Gray skies, bird songs, and a trusty blue pen: this is where the magic happens.

Writing is a strange pastime. The end result is social, but the journey begins as a solitary pursuit. This is how I spent Tuesday: me, my weathered swing, and an open composition book, losing myself in a world where dragons fill the sky.

My outdoor sanctuary holds everything I need. The cool air carries bird songs while fresh inspiration flows through my trusty blue pen onto waiting pages. No friends, no media, and no pets. It’s just me and the words taking shape.

I’m not complaining. In time, my critique partner, my editor, and a few advanced copy readers will join me on this journey to get this story whipped into a shareable version. Ultimately, by the time I publish it, my days will be filled with the social aspects of writing.

Until then, this is where stories are born, coming to life one handwritten page at a time. The next chapter of book 2 of the Edward the Dragon Hearted trilogy is calling to me, and you’ll know where to find me if you need me.

What’s your favorite spot to escape and let your imagination wander?