Not a writing day.

No this wasn't the best of writing day's for this fantasy author. The words just didn't want to flow from my fingers. So, I took my mate's dog out for a walk. I'm staying at his place whilst he is away for the week and during the walk, the words I had been struggling with came to mind. Lucky for me I carry a pocket notepad everywhere I go, and of course a pen, so was able to take some notes of my muse.

This happened over the weekend just passed too. Another friend of mine was up from the south coast and we took his dog, Shadow, a German Shepherd, along to Cullen beach. Nestled within the fringes of the bay are caves, where I have visited before and dreamt of my dragons lurking in the dark recesses within the rock. Picturing them in my mind as they fly down to land and skulk into their underground lair.

When I look north, out to sea, I wonder at the worlds within the water and dream of asperini, What perils could I put them through? What new types of asperini could be down there too, and how would my characters come across them?

...And sometimes I wonder whether I could amalgamate the two?