The written word has always appealed to me. Stories are not just something I love, but they are a sustenance I need to survive. If I am not reading stories, then I'm writing them. Books have helped me through many hard times. They've inspired me in ways I couldn't have imagined if they didn't exist.
Back in February, I went on a spontaneous trip to Paris, despite knowing I would be going in May as the beginning of my trip to Italy for my friend's wedding. At the last wedding I went to in April of 2019, I mentioned to a handful of people that I would be an author by my 28th birthday.
As I was on the flight to France, I remembered saying that. And I realized I wasn't actually going to be able to make that, despite having the first book done with the exception of editing.
Not too long after I returned from that trip, the world started to close down. The place I work started limiting hours. People were laid off or furloughed (like many other companies had to do).
With the stress and concern of everything increasing every single day, I turned to the one thing I have always been able to turn to in difficult times: stories. I spent the first week or so reading after getting home from work. Then I went back to my writing.
I wrote and I wrote. Then I started to get book one edited. I hired someone to create a cover.
Now here I am. On May 1st, just a little over a week before my 28th birthday, I placed Chosen: Book One of the Enchanted Trials up for pre-order. It goes live on June 1st.
It's official. I'm an author.
Until Next Time,
Shelby Hild
