You know that feeling when a story rises inside you like it has wings. It flies through your system, flashing images into your mind and filling you with a buzz that makes you feel light and happy.
I love that rush. A seed of an idea forming into a coherent story... or even just a new scene for your current WIP that's exciting and fresh.
I had a moment like that the other day. I was packing away some equipment after a pre-school music session with my son. I was the only person in this empty room and could feel the wings of my imagination start to flutter. I smiled. I let myself bask in it for a minute before dragging my feet back to the cacophony of toddlers.
It got me thinking - where does my imagination bloom?
Usually when I'm on my own. An empty room, a shower box, standing in a forest or on hiking trail where no one can see me. I love those places. I love the seclusion and the freedom to let my imagination take flight.
Does anyone else out there get that same feeling?
Where does your imagination bloom?
Hope you have a great week people :)