When I lived in a small apartment in the Inner Sunset neighborhood of San Francisco, I had a view of a striking hill outside my living room window. Shortly after moving into the apartment, it was time for National Novel Writing Month, which begins the day after Halloween. That year, I experienced my most successful NaNoWriMo. I think my creative ideas were due in part to that hill. The apartment was small enough that I didn't have my own office in which to write, so I brought my laptop to the window seat overlooking the hill. I didn't know the name of it at the time (it's Grand View Park) so we christened it "Druid Hill." Quite fitting, I think. It was often covered in fog or lit up by a dramatic sky. I much prefer my current study, but I miss that hill.
