-the salt laden air at the beach, with the fish smell of seaweed ripening as it warmed in the sun
-a peculiar crow who had a fascination with a whimsical butterfly
-the symphony of sounds in a bustling coffee shop at dawn as barristas concocted lattes for their patrons
-a tattooed twenty something staring out over the bay while wisps of cigarette smoke swirled above her
In my mind these things became scenes, characters, plot lines, and made all sorts of other intrusions into the workshop between my ears.
I'm convinced that since I tasted the writing potion, I'll never see the world the same again.
How about you? Can you escape viewing the world through a writer's eye? Where do you find your inspiration?
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