Feeding the Imagination

Last month, I began preliminary research for my next novel and found myself on the shores of Scotland’s Loch Lomond. I've been wandering and exploring, teasing my senses, and preparing the way for creative works to come.

I communed with the speaking tree ~ a rare giant hidden away ~ and shared the song of ages gone and ages to come.

Slipping through the mystery of dreams, I chased dusk demons in the lamplight of hidden worlds.

I found myself and missing others, by the shores of Loch Lomond. The whispers of sages frolicked, their wisdom rippling the evening water.

Little by little, the harr lifted revealing the trembling blue. And I sat by water, listening to countless voices, eddying into oblivion.

It is here where my next adventure will begin … a tale of stars and moonlight, a tale that will perhaps have you wondering, `what if?’