Homes, Hikes, and Haunts

Inspiration is everywhere – if we seek, if we see, if we slow down long enough to hear its sweetness. Inspiration sometimes arrives like a whisper, other times like a whirlwind, and still other times like a lumbering and tortured walrus.

I have discovered three sources of inspiration for my writing life even as I have a full and fast-paced work schedule. Whenever I travel, I endeavor to explore a home of some historical figure from the locale. When the weather cooperates, I find time for a local hike—my definition of a hike is only loosely gathered. It could be a walk in a park, a stroll along a historic battlefield, and might even involve an incline or woods on occasion. Finally, I can escape to my past for a haunted kind of inspiration. I find photographs a tangible trigger for those memories and the inspiration that may come from comprehension, acceptance or from the complexity at the muddlement of it all.

This blog is intended to explore how I come to be inspired, where and by what or by whom. And what the writing life is all about.

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