I had a vivid dream while taking a nap on Mother’s Day 2019. I saw a fantasy world turned modern with the use of magic, soaring castle-like skyscrapers, and a world where people had forgotten the past.
Hidden deep in an icy prison in one of the city’s museum is the body of the King of the Wraiths, who was prophesied to return in 500 years.
It’s been 500 years, and no one cares.
The king escapes, and his first order of business is to kill all those would-be Chosen Ones who’ve stopped him every time before. And that’s exactly what he does–he eradicates every inn keeper orphan who can talk to swords and ride on dragons.
In a world upended by chaos, a plan is hatched by the heroes to stop the Wraith King in an untraditional way. Create a pretend Chosen One, one clever enough to trick the Wraith King into believing he missed someone.
I woke up and knew this had to be a book. I poured my soul into every word, knowing this would a book my own children would love, and it would be a book to teach a message of the importance of learning history, so we don’t repeat the same mistakes.
I finished the book in record time–less than two months. Everything was going well…until it wasn’t.
I won’t tire you with all the drama involved in this book’s publishing process. I had an agent. Lost an agent. Got a publisher. Got published. The book mysteriously disappeared on Amazon for 2 months. The publisher decided to stop publishing fiction. Lost a box of 36 books. Had 14 reviews. Lost them all when I lost my publisher.
So so much opposition…
But I did my best to focus on the positive and the real reason I wrote this book–for children to learn the importance of history.
I ended up self-publishing this book and it’s sequel, and then I had another dream.
Again, the importance of studying history so we can learn from it was a running thread through this dream. Again, I was consumed with writing this book about a boy who rides dragons down a spiraling, magical space highway and is chased by terrifying soldiers who hide their faces, and who is aided by a band of ragtag space pirates. It was honestly the most fun I’ve ever had writing.
Until again, I was met with opposition.
Again, I self-published.
But maybe these books weren’t so good in the first place. Maybe that’s why I had such bad luck?
I would say the five awards these books have won would argue they’re pretty good.
So, what now? Do I stop writing? Focus on other things? Learn to knit instead?
Well, I would love to learn to knit, but not if it means I have to stop writing.
No, that’s why I won’t give up. I won’t let this bad luck thing conquer me.
I’m launching REVIEW-A-PALOOZA. If I can boost my reviews on Amazon, it means I will be able to utilize websites who advertise your book for you–but only if you have at least 20+ reviews. And I need 20+ on all three books. Currently I’m sitting at 2, 2, and 7.
I would be forever grateful for anyone who lends me their time to read and review my books. And you won’t do it without my thanks, which is why I’m gifting some magically fantastic prizes to up to 10 random reveiwers.
All the details are on the GOOGLE FORM.
Would you consider participating?