For instance, drive half an hour from home and you have a choice of beaches. From the mudflats of Mersea (desolate, and yet beautiful in their stark appearance) came my marine planet Ulto Marinos. The glorious sandy beaches of Frinton-on-Sea where we spend whole days over the summer sparked the idea of the tropical island on Metraxi where my two main characters in Keir finally realized their true feelings for one another. And debris on the stonier sections of Mersea beach sparked the idea for my first short story, The Bones of the Sea.
|Weird stone stumps at Mersea|
It's since been filled in and planted up due to being vandalized too many times *sadness* but it's been immortalized in one of my stories at least.
And not being far from the countryside or the local zoo, there are plenty of interesting things to be found. Um, I have a bit of a reputation for liking weird things...
|Pet stick insect|
|Our pet leopard gecko. Love reptiles!|
There *are* downsides. The UK is a small island, after all, and every year I sigh as my fellow US authors rave about travelling to the RT convention or RWA events. Or my fellow fangirls go to the big SF conventions. Most of my readers are in the US, and the chances of me ever being able to do a signing over there and actually meet any of them (or any of my author friends) is remote. But I would never move. Not while I love where I live and it still provides so much fodder for my writing!