It was a great idea to spend a week, alone, writing in the locale where my story is set.
Everything around me not only sends me right back to my childhood here, but inspires new characters and stories which live here in a world of their own - just out of reach. Its not the same world I new as a child, but the one of my overactive imagination. Its a world of misunderstood spirits, conflicted vampires and young witches who can't control the darkness inside them.
Staying at the beach doesn't hurt! Every morning when I walk on the sand that was the playground of my youth during yet another perfect sunrise, I am transported to my new world by the sound of crashing waves, the breeze that whistles over my ears and makes the seagrass wave at me as I pass by. So inspiring.
If only one of those misunderstood spirits could write my 5k words today so I could lay by the pool, life would be perfect.