My own McGuffins

I am in the middle of my seventh Miranda story, The Crystal Mountain. On my desk I have spread around all my crystal collection, gathered when I became curious of alternative conventions, some years ago. I went to the fairs there, and looked at all the bling- statuettes, pendulums, stones in every shape, dreamcatchers, amulets, jewelry.
Then I saw this big rock crystal. I had to have it. It laid like a living creature in my hand, like somebody´s body part ... I loved that stone instantly, don´t ask me why.
Later, I searched for more stones. I found many more, but none of them gave me the strong feelings like the first ... until I finally found the last in my collection. It was a raw-cut "cathedral" crystal- and it whispered to me. Every time I touched it, the crystal talked, it was like traces of music, a little like the sound you get in burnt ceramics.
I haven´t looked for rock crystals since.
But they inspired me in the comic creation, and when I see them on my desk, they are like old friends encouraging me.