I wish I could write a book

I love to read stories of far away lands and creatures that I'll only see in my head. The ways that these characters can make me feel happiness and sadness, hope and despair. Once I put those books down, I often find that I create plots in the story to keep it going. Allow the characters to live on in my head a little longer.

But what if I could create my own world. My own stories and characters. What kind of adventures would they go on? Would any reader enjoy the characters that I pluck from pieces of me? How would I even begin?

I think I would transport the audience into a mystical land. Fill the scene with memories of my favorite places in nature. The cool, crisp mornings I remember waking up against a lake during a camping trip. The way the willow trees allowed the morning sun to cascade through their leaves, onto the body of water, looking like pure magic kissed the earth. Moments like that. But I'd much rather picture it in my mind than explain it. Because how could I ever explain such a perfect moment that others will understand the ways I've felt and want to feel again?

I'd want my story to be magical and enchanting.

Have little fae creatures running around. People with wings and powers beyond the bounds of THIS world. A place where the drama that arises leads to adventures. Where the mundane tasks of this reality are nowhere to be found. A place to escape.

Maybe one day I'll start my book. With no idea as to where it goes. Just let my fingers type and maybe it'll write itself. Or maybe it'll be a hope, an ambition that dies with me. Then no one will get to travel to the fantastical lands within my mind.