One of my
favorite moments on our trip to London a few years back—pre-Westly, that is—was
taking time to do a little free-writing in Regent’s Park, just up the street
from Baker Street. I had just toured the Sherlock Holmes Museum and felt
inspired to write. I was working on Book 2 of my Sherlock Academy series at the
time. Touring London—and more specifically, the neighborhood that is the
setting for my series—grounded my stories and forever left an impression in my
imagination.
That’s part
of the reason London feels so magical: it’s steeped in our imaginations created
by other authors. You push through the crowded platforms at King’s Cross
Station, expecting to see a boy with round glasses and a caged owl. You wander
through the Bloomsbury neighborhood and can’t help glancing up at the rooftops
just in case a flying boy and his pixie are skipping over chimneys. You stroll along
the paths in Kensington Park, looking for chalk art to jump into for a jolly
holiday. You maneuver the traffic on Baker Street and strain your ears to catch
the great detective scratching on his violin.
The city
can’t help being magical, thanks to its great authors.
I can’t wait
to first introduce Westly to all these wonderful stories, and then hopefully
someday take him to the land where they were born.
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