Sometimes, I'll be somewhere and almost experience the same sensations - see a scene of literary fiction, a conversation unfold before me. One example is when we went to Skipton Castle in 2011. It was a beautiful sunny day but very breezy around the castle exterior and the "magic" happened as soon as I stepped into its inner courtyard, which was once the heart of the castle's community.
There was a stillness about it and yet the atmosphere seemed charged, like a live wire awaiting contact in order to spark and spit. I roamed throughout the castle's many winding steps, unexpected rooms and all led me back to the courtyard. A year later, I used the courtyard in my 2nd book "Star Keeper" - it was to be the scene of a tragic accident, mystery and intrigue.
|Skipton Castle courtyard - I sat under the tree and soaked up the atmosphere. There's a link to Skipton Castle's website on my blog page "inspiration."|