By Shannon McRoberts

2013 was a great year for me.  I had just finished writing my fifth book in my Daughter of Ares series and started making some public appearances.  I was constantly tweeting about things and had gained a pretty large following organically.  I even had places like Klout sending me freebies in hopes I would mention them on my Twitter account.  Life was pretty awesome, but it wouldn’t last for long.  

My passion for writing, marketing, and art in general first began to falter in 2014 when an event I looked forward to attending shuttered.  I had planned on debuting my latest book at this event and delayed the release to coincide with the event. Instead, I released the book with little fanfare. 

Of course, that whole time I tried to write my next book…but it just wasn’t coming to me.  I felt extreme guilt over not being able to produce another book. I even had a few people at my day job asking me for my next book.  How could I claim to be an author if I couldn’t write? Pair those kinds of questions in my mind with the daily struggle of life and you have a perfect recipe for imposter syndrome.  

By the time 2016 clicked around, I had fallen into a state of day job, watch Netflix, play video games, repeat.  I gave up on all the art. I became an artist burned out on the marathon called creation.  There are actual gaps in my blog and my social media presence where the dust of those days collected.   I convinced myself nobody cared if I made anything or not…so why should I? Instead, the guilt ate at me as I watched beautiful, entertaining movies and shows all the while wishing I could create something so great.  

The clouds started to pull away in early 2018 after I managed to finish something resembling a book.  I sent it to my editor, but I wasn’t happy with the story. It was hard to write, reminded me of all my failures, and I basically was over the whole thing.  But at least it was a start. In the meantime, I found myself taking classes from a lady named Rebecca Hamilton. In fact, by the time my book came back from my editor, I found myself finished with several writing courses.  One of those courses even helped me to write four new books in about three months.  

Eventually, I found time to look at the edits on my story.  At this point, I hadn’t looked at the manuscript for seven months.  Funny the things you see with fresh eyes. Between my renewed zest, some beta feedback, and my new writing knowledge I started to get excited about the story.  I ended up adding several chapters, tightening up the prose, and polishing the heck out of my little jewel.  

I planned on releasing my new and improved book in 2019, but the timing was always wrong.  My book was plain old vanilla fantasy, which I already knew could be a hard sell, but people seemed receptive to the story in general.  Yet, I continued to leave the book in the “to be released” stack as I worked on my other series. Of course, it wasn’t until the opportunity for this anthology posted that I found where my book should debut.    

So, ladies and gents, I present to you the chance to pre-order The Price of Magic, the story that almost wasn’t from the author-artist who almost gave up.  Purchase your copy today so you can be among the first to find out the price of magic.