I just stumbled across something wild—I didn’t even remember this, but apparently I started this story three years ago. I went onto a website to make fantasy maps, and there it was: the same country names, the same castles, exactly like I imagined them back then and now… just half-finished.
It’s amazing how ideas can linger quietly, waiting for you to catch up. Seeing it again made me realize that maybe I actually need to write the stories in my head—especially the ones I can see so vividly.
There’s the mythically romantasy world that’s been living in my imagination for years, and the story about a single mother learning to find love again. It’s wild, but I love it. And maybe it’s time to stop just imagining them and finally put them on the page.
