Has the Magic faded?

Or has it just begun?

I just wrote probably the most difficult beginning to a story I will ever have to deal with. Starting a story is always hard because you want to get those opening lines just right, but that wasn't even the problem here. The beginning was actually very well formed. Because I've thought about it over and over again. For the past eleven and a half years.

...yes, I'm serious. More than half my life.

Magic Inc. is the story of my life... or the life I wanted. Filled with magic and love and real friends (which I didn't have for a long time). It was my imaginary life. And I didn't want to let it go ever.

It wasn't intended to be a story, but since leaving school, my stories began interweaving more and more. And suddenly, any idea that felt important needed to be a story. And no story was ever more important.

I knew it had to happen. I knew it would be hard. But it's impossible to fully prepare for this kind of heartbreak.