Getting Lost In the Fantasy

Hey bookworms,

Boy, does this author have a problem.

Confession time: I’m not usually a fantasy author. My go-to genres that I tend to do the bulk of my writing are; horror, thriller, suspense, drama, and crime. I have at least forty works in progress in those genres, not including short stories I hope to one day make into anthologies.

So, how in the hell did I end up publishing a Paranormal Epic Fantasy as my debut novel?

Short answer; beats the hell out of me.

Honest and longer answer? Well, it all started (yes, I realize this is starting to sound like the intro to a well-known sitcom) when I gave birth to my daughter over two years ago and felt like the creative part of me shut down. I was one of those people who narrated my day, always had an idea working through my head, and was in constant creator mode. Everything and anything could be a story. When I became a mom, that storytelling flame felt like it was blown out.

I really struggled with this. Writing stories and poetry had been such a huge part of me for so long, I started feeling like I didn’t really know who I was anymore. Like I was walking around with a hole in me, part of me missing. It was frustrating, because this was happening at a time in my life when I felt like I got this amazing gift and was being ungrateful. I felt like I couldn’t talk to anyone about it, because it seemed so frivolous in the grand scheme of things.

So, I couldn’t write anymore, so what? I wasn’t a best-selling author. I wasn’t someone with a cult-following on my blog. I didn’t write to earn any type of income or anything like that, so what was I really complaining about? Not writing, to most people, seemed like it wasn’t that big a deal because as much of a part of me as it was, it wasn’t a part that had any monetary worth. And we all know, in this society, that’s how everything is measured.

I found myself sitting there, pen in my hand, willing words, any words, to come.

This is usually the part of the story where I tell you BAM, out came this book. Well, unfortunately it took a lot more work. I found myself asking myself, ‘What story would I need to be told right now?’ and it took a lot of thinking.

As an avid reader, I know there are books I am thankful came to me at certain points in my life. If I could just figure out what story I needed to hear, maybe I would figure out what I needed to write.

I realized a big part of my issue was there weren’t a lot of books I knew of, or had read, with a mother as the main character. For those I had read, their children were usually teens. This got me thinking, what if I was in a magical world, trying to survive with this desperate feeling of loneliness and fear of the unknown with a child on my hip? That’s what being a new mother was, it was lonely, a tad isolating, and there was a constant fear of the unknown.

And so, Melas and Zura were born and their story was one that brought me back to life.

And so began this author’s problem.

Now, I find myself getting lost in this fantasy world. It is overwhelming how much detail goes into writing an Epic Fantasy. You have a complex magical world where everything has to be thought out down to politics and currency. You have to think through all the magical elements, build characters with relationships and magic that add to the story. You have to make the book a journey into another work and f**k, if that isn’t a lot of work. I bow down to fantasy authors who have been doing this for years.

Good on you.

I’m constantly going through details of these worlds, the Seven Realms taking up so much brain space I can barely function.

So help this new author out, read my book for free on Kindle Unlimited, leave a review and make this newfound madness worth it.

Also, if anyone can send me directions back to the simple and safe haven that was writing horrors, thrillers, suspense, crime and dramas, that would be greatly appreciated.