On a typical day I can be found traipsing through the magical forest where I live, armed with notebook and writing pen, accompanied by my trusty corgi side-kick. I find that I am most productive while on one of these writing adventures. I will seek out a mossy spot beneath a tree, where I can sit with pen and paper poised for action, and then relax and let the lines between imagination and reality waver. You never know when the wind sighing through the trees will become a voice that speaks to you, when the far off baying of hounds will signal the beginning of the wild hunt, or when the dryad living within the oak pressed against your back will grace you with a song of the long-lived.
If you would like to try this method, then find the magical spot that calls out to you, relax, unfocus your eyes and truly see the world of which you wish to write. Perhaps when next we meet it will be in the Shadow Realm where hauntingly beautiful stories are made.
Where is your place of magic?