Witches…and Magick - On My Mind As a writer, stories emerge from a confluence of inspiration: nuggets of ideas, personal experiences, meticulous research, and those electrifying moments that seem to materialize from thin air. The latter happened with my last novel, a story that hijacked my carefully laid plans. I was prepared to delve into a sequel, research complete, character biographies fleshed out, story arc meticulously mapped…then a simple conversation veered me onto a completely different path. It began innocently enough—a chat with my writing buddy, Becky, about movie remakes. Titles flew back and forth, and then the word Ladyhawke slipped from my lips. I hadn’t seen that film in two decades, yet the memory lay dormant, coiled and ready to strike. The moment the word left my mouth, it pounced—a phantom predator sinking its teeth into my creative neck. I physically flinched . Star-crossed lovers, bound by an ancient curse… a shiver ran down my spine. The possibili...