Take a deep breath.
Do you smell the air? The scent of flowers teasing your nose or maybe the aroma of barbeque floating from the nearby street stands?
Do you hear the sounds of the rolling waves? Or the toot of the ship docking by the pier?
Now reach for that drink…and open your eyes.
It’s amazing where your imagination may take you but wouldn’t the real thing be so much better?
I’ve traveled so much in the past few years and find that different places have sparked different ideas for my writing. No matter where I go, my imagination always brings me back to Hawaii–to the white beaches, blue waters, sweet smell of ocean air, and corn grilling on stands on the side of the road.
Depending on my mood, I always find that I write best when I can relax and push all my everyday life worries out of my mind. Yes, it may take a lot of wine for that to happen, but Hawaii has always given me that freedom to let my muse run buck wild.
I love sitting on the beach with my notebook and spending the afternoon plotting or lounging on my back porch with my laptop while I watch the sunset. Sometimes I used to walk the golf course in my backyard and count the exotic birds that would stop by or fly above my head while I’m outlining my stories in my mind (Of course, I’m running away the minute I know they see me…).
So go on that trip you’ve always wanted to and venture to wherever your heart brings you. Experience it. Say it’s research.
Find your writing spot. Where do you envision it to be? Where do you most want to go?
Mine would have hot men climbing trees down the street…