|Image copyright: Björn Rudberg|
Every writer needs a recluse; a place he can call his own. One that is away from the curious eyes of the public, one that is not intruded by the sounds of a busy world. For me, that place was the House on the hill top. My own little secret. This was where I penned my first novel and signed all my book deals.
And when all else ceases to matter, this is where I shall return. Just me and my thoughts along with my old typewriter for company.
Here, days and nights no longer exist. Here, my heart shall sing.
This post is written for Friday Fictioneers- 8th August for the above photo prompt.