What is it about fantasy that calls to some of us? The weather here has turned towards winter and brought the darker rainy days with it. I’m at home in my favorite robe and my favorite chair. I’m fighting the pressure from a head cold along with the pressure of NaNoWriMo. I’m streaming a Skyrim Radio Station as I work on “The Time of the Stonechosen” and find the combination really makes me yearn to lose myself in fantastical realms.
Misty Mountains is playing now and I can hear the creak of well oiled leather as the straps are tightened and the clink of the metal rings as the mail coat settles heavy on my shoulders. <sigh>
I know I’m not alone in occasionally hearing that call. Well, back to writing before this cold medicine wears off.