From my Vancouver Island home, I enjoy the sunsets over Mount Benson. It’s a perfect spot for writing. There’s a doe, Sweetie, that comes to my back door with her fawn for apples.
After Thanksgiving a little village, Ajijic, on Lake Chapala in Mexico beckons. Another quiet place conducive to writing.
In all this tranquility, you may wonder where all the murder and mayhem come from that finds its way onto the pages of my novels. It’s in those tranquil moments when one’s imagination is freed.