A scene from book two, chapter four.
It's funny how life imitates fantasy, or vise versa.
When I write, I just kinda make it up as I go. (Well, there is an outline to follow)
But I always found things that reminded me of my books: people, places, images.
I like having a connection between the here and now, and the world within.
How many times as boys, my friend and I saw Hobbiton across the hill from Ridge Road
looking towards Jefferson. At least it fed our imaginations. Time to look for more pics...
and write, of course.
Castle Rohbir, in Nordhiem. (or damn close)
One of my favorite hikes...