I remember it was a Thursday.  Slugging through my day job, working from home –  I was a content writer, (and a content writer) crafting blog posts and ad copy for a whole slew of clients.

Writing for so long can be very steady, and very predictable work.  Exciting because of the brands I wrote for, the research and in marketing – you can see the fruits of your labor on a spreadsheet.

Everything was fine until life threw me a plot twist I never saw coming. The kind that makes you question everything and leaves you staring at a blinking cursor with too many emotions and nowhere to put them. Yup, classic, after three and half years, my partner, my loving man, my supposed rock – he left.

No use harping on the sad story three months of anguish and terrible post breakup dating. I did what I knew best—I wrote. But this time, instead of SEO-friendly articles, I let my heart spill onto the page into the SE – well, as I said – you get it.

I found characters I’ve been waiting to get to the page for a long time,  I love fiction, I love to read, I love to create.  The late nights turned into chapters, and before I knew it, I had a full-fledged love story. A story of heartbreak, healing, and, of course, a swoon-worthy romance.

That’s when it hit me—I wasn’t just writing for myself. I was writing for every woman who’s ever had to pick up the pieces and find her own happily ever after. And just like that, here I am, going into the unknown, with a little heartache, a little vengeance, and that spark of fun.

Sometimes, the best stories come from the messiest chapters of our lives.