Yesterday I sat and wrote at one of my favorite places in the world (well, when there’s no one else around), the head of Moraine Lake, a stunningly beautiful blue-green glacial lake in a cradle of mountains, where a stream pours down through trees and rocks and bushes, creating little islands that could become their own world in a fantasy story.
This is where story ideas come from, for me. I can sit and write and dream, for far longer than people will let me. It’s strongest right here, but the influence filters down, in the water and on the wind, through the Bow Valley and down to Calgary. I remember that influence best when I reconnect regularly.
Maureen
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