The other day I was trying to a write a new scene for the story I’ve been revising for the past couple of months. But I was stuck. Every time I tried to transport myself to the setting, I just couldn’t picture enough to write about.

So I grabbed my notebook, braved the parking situation in Center City, and went to the giant heart in the Franklin Institute.

And it was incredible.

As I sat there taking notes on what the place looked and felt and sounded like, I felt like I could never capture all of it. I practiced writing descriptions of the other visitors (granted, this is kind of creepy), and I paid close attention to the lighting. Basically, I was reawakened to the wonder of the world. Inspired by my setting, I sat down in one of the hallways and wrote several pages of the scene right then and there.

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