Travel in country or in mind, does it matter? Jot down what you see and what you don’t. Fill in the empty places with possibilities. Take for muse the known lands of the Republic of Mole Hill, an imaginary world if ever there was one, where you may join Lidia Rozmus in the deep play of the wanderer, the philosopher, the artist within us all. Amuse yourself make-believing your own imagined place. Sketch the landscape, the flora and fauna, the manifesto of your most secret home. Conjure up adventures. Journal
your dreams. Entertain your next hypothesis or poem, your next invention, your next big idea. Make it out of the ordinary. Make it magical, make it plausible, make it yours. Chart the road back, the road forward. Then draw a map, to remember by. Or what’s a book for writing for?