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I went to the place that feels like Elvsmyr to me. Many of the elements are there. The arc of ancient oaks, the lush wetlands, and the tapestry of a flowering prairie that hides the ground dwelling creatures from my view.
Don't ask me, I won't tell you where it is. It's my private dreamscape, the source of much of my storytelling abilities.
I'm ready to begin writing again. The characters are speaking, the settings are coming into focus, and I have the nine major story points in place. The channeling has begun.
But I'm not ready to close the door on my summer adventures. The dragons and trolls will wait for me while I continue to scribble in my notebook in search of ever more tightening spirals of magical intrigue. It's just such a wonderful feeling, I thought should share it with you.