But there's something to be said about my swapping comfort zones and delving into fiction.
Yesterday I swapped, for a moment, if only in my mulling mind. I was on an adventure in the western part of North Carolina, the second Friday in a row, researching a prospective nonfiction by touring with the locals. Once again there was no cloud in the sky. Once again the trees were alive with color.
But this time my muse was sitting on my shoulder, enjoying the ride as much as I. There was a tap on my mind and my muse pointed to this.
Go closer, the muse whispered.
Get details, the muse whispered.
The late fall colors. The abandoned school. My mind went where no mind of mine had been before.
That is how writing works.
At least for me.
Catch of the day,