I write Scottish inspired fantasy and paranormal romance. Knowledge of Scottish history is easily acquired by reading. Time travel, magic, fae creatures and shapeshifting vampires—not exactly subjects learned during a lengthy corporate career. Research helps, but imagination plays a larger role in creating fantasy and paranormal elements.
How do you persuade readers to suspend long-held beliefs and accept the fantastical?
It's all in the worldbuilding…and the details. The details are where real life is inserted.
Having been a County Cooperative Extension master gardener, I know a wee bit about gardening. Gardens are where magic happens in our busy world of today. So I incorporate gardens into my stories. Sometimes in a large way, where the characters are gardeners. Other times in a small way by incorporating gardens into the setting.
"Do you feel the magic in the air?" Caitrina asked.
An uneasy sensation crept through Laurie as she glanced around.
Caitrina grasped her hand. "Come. I want to show you the foxglove we planted. They flowered."
Walking with Caitrina to the back gate, Laurie sensed something strange. She frowned when she smelled a familiar exotic fragrance on Caitrina. "What the hell?"
A tinkling sound confirmed her fear.
The gate swung open.
He [her dream lover] stood just beyond the garden gate.
Her pulse raced. Yanking her hand away from Caitrina, she stepped back in panic.
Caitrina pushed her forward through the gate. Terror forced the air from Laurie's lungs.
Nothing held her back, no barrier. She fell forward over a precipice into a swirling fog, down...down...down through a tunnel. The walls spun and she plunged downward, faster and faster, toward a blinding, bright light that continued to move out of reach.
Sucked through an opening into the white brilliance, she choked on the scream in her throat, cringing against the intense noise assaulting her ears.
She spun, or everything around her was spinning, she wasn't sure which. Her sensitized skin tingled as if touched by an electric charge. Then, the bright, white light exploded into a million fragments of brilliant color, a dazzling kaleidoscope, and she was falling again.
Down...down...down, the speed of her descent increased. Water flowed below her, a stream. She plummeted toward it. Bracing herself, she thought she'd crash into the rushing water, only to propel across it. She hit the ground hard and saw nothing more.
