Mountains crowd in the skyline. Fog settles in the valleys below, creeping up the crevices and filtering through cracks with wispy fingers reaching, reaching toward the shadows.
Here, closer to where I am, the occasional stark white aspen stretches for sky and many a pinetree towers over buildings and road.
This is my home.
The Pacific Northwest.
Home to the Seahawks and the Beavers. And that about does it for my sports knowledge. Which should be no surprise to most everyone who knows me.
Oh, and the Ducks...I think there are Ducks anyway...but the Ducks are in Oregon and I'm in Washington so there you go.
Now if you want to talk Bigfoot, aka Sasquatch, aka Skunk Ape (in Florida), I would have a few things to discuss. 'Finding Bigfoot' is on my 'will-watch' TV list, although, it has been edged out by a few other shows recently. 'Alaska: The Last Frontier' is one of my favorites. I also like episodes of 'Mountain Men'–some of those guys live in places I've set my books in!
Moving on. The NW is a place of beauty. Seashore–rock, sand, and plenty of wind. Mountains–peaks, forests, waterfalls. Rivers and lakes...this is a place of adventure and danger.
A writer's dream house.
Yep, that's what my land is.
As a passenger on a ride through the coastal range this last week, I eyed the thick fog and rocky cliffs while visions of characters bounded through the woods. Be it by foot or by tree? That was my question. Ferns and fallen trees cluttered the forest floor. Empty trees limbs dripped with heavy cover of moss. Just how much acrobatic prowess is needed to leap from tree to tree...for that matter how many elf-like skills must a human have to bound from fallen log to stone to dirt across that crazy maze of forest...
Funny how many of my books are set in the Northwest...A total of two...and neither in an area I've ever lived–and they are novellas. Oh well, the fog and dripping moss works well for other worlds too.
And where are my other books set (the non-fantasy books)? Well, so far I have Montana, California, a post-pandemic, split by continent drift and earthquakes, United States, and lastly a couple of stories set in Europe–again, an unrecognizable Europe complete with research compounds buried under ground and a country set aside for genetic refugees.
Enough tidbits. My mind is a maze not limited by location and this world lately...and it's awfully fun at times...
But this world I live in, this Pacific Northwest is a place of beauty and strangeness.
Now, I ask that you share this blog...just to get you in the habit of sharing my craziness.