I find that while writing, the lands in my mind tend to all take the same shape and look. My soul loves green, misty and ethereal, but sometime I must remember that I am not writing completely for myself. I think this is an important piece of the literary puzzle – your characters change, your plots change, so then mustn’t your settings change as well?
My hero/heroine tends to always reside or mainly be in deep mysterious forests with mist and massive trees. I love it, but to a reader this might become monotonous. Instead of the usual golden fields, try a garnet-hued desert, instead of sky-reaching mountains, why not a dandelion covered canyon? I always go for magical lakes moon touched and mysterious, maybe next time I will rather explore the images of bird-paradise estuaries or sun-dimpled marshlands. It might feel uncomfortable at first, but after a while, you realize how much excitement and possibility could come from so many different areas of geography.