It Finally Happened
It Finally Happened Deep breath. Writing has always felt like a solitary sport to me, full of highs and lows—almost like backroad biking. You put in the effort, push through the grind, but there’s always that gnawing unease, that whisper in the back of your mind: Did I just write junk, or is this one actually good? This fall, I took a leap and wrote my first attempt at a Romantasy — A Touch of Magick. The setting hit me like a gut punch. It had to be the Everglades , with its haunting beauty, its mist-drenched cypress trees, its raw, untamed magic. A perfect place for a witch, a curse, and lovers torn apart. I wanted readers to feel it—to smell the damp earth, to hear the rustling fronds, to step into the murky depths of something ancient, powerful, and undeniable. The story flooded out of me. I’ve always been a fan of Ladyhawke and wanted to create a modern twist on that aching, impossible love. So, I put my head down, let my fingers fly, and let the smoke rising fro...