YESSSSSSS. I've been waiting for this prompt from BlogFlash. Because the books and the furry pets and the creativity are lovely and all, but I'm all about graveyards.
Why? I'm a writer, that's why. Strolling around an old graveyard is like taking a trip through inspiration land. Not only is each headstone a possible story, but the cemeteries themselves are silent, enclosed places. Anything could happen there.
I've always found graveyards to be really peaceful places. There are usually trees and ivy, and you can sit and dream of frightening or wonderful things that happen there.
Obviously, this does not happen in the modern above ground mausoleums. Even the name is awful to me - MAUSOLEUM. They're fine for burial purposes, of course, but for a writer looking for imagination and skeletal hands reaching up out of the earth - not so much.
No, give me the old, crumbling graveyard with cobwebs and dreams. I'll grab my book and sit there instead.