2018 Writing Goals

Well… 2017 has been a bit of a rough one if I’m honest (which I try to be). It’s been a difficult year to create for me and many others if Twitter is to be believed. But when I sit down and push all the noise aside, I realize I did accomplish quite a bit in the last year, which I will now reflect on.

  • I hit (and surpassed) the elusive 100 book sales mark for my debut novel The Wheel Mages.
    • Note: 90% of self-published books will sell less than 100 copies, so this is a real accomplishment even if it doesn’t seem like much in terms of sales numbers.

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  • I published the second book in my Changing Tides series, The Blood Mage.

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  • Although I didn’t make into Pitch Wars this year, I did enter, which was quite a feat. Plus, it means I have a novel ready to query for (hopefully) a traditional publishing deal. The King’s Blade features a diverse cast of characters including a triumvirate of Deep Sea power by way of a competent assassin, a mermaid magician and scientist, a young king who has a knack for political maneuvers and on land, you’ll find a human prince who is softer than my average male character and a budding naturalist himself. I did more research for The King’s Blade than anything I’ve ever worked on, and I am immensely proud of it. Read more about it here.

With all that said, I do have some pretty serious writing goals for 2018. Let’s see if I can accomplish them!

  1. Create a real marketing strategy for my Changing Tides Series and execute, execute, execute!
  2. Pay off the editing fees for The Blood Mage.
  3. Finish the draft of the third book in my Changing Tides Series and get it out for developmental edits at the very least.
  4. Start querying The King’s Blade for a traditional deal.
  5. Finish my beta reads!
  6. Read, read, read (my TBR is out of this world and I can’t seem to stop buying more things to add to it!)

All you writers out there: What did you accomplish in 2017 and what are some of your goals for the New Year?

Happy Holidays everyone!

❤ Aimee

 

The Wheel Mages is an Award Winner

I’m back! I apologize for the delay in blogging, but I’ve had a whirlwind end of July/beginning of August! I attended the Romance Writers of America Nationals where The Wheel Mages was up for an award through the Young Adult Romance Writers of America chapter (YARWA), and The King’s Blade, which you can read more about here, was submitted to Pitch Wars for consideration, so it’s been a busy few weeks!

But I have news!

The Wheel Mages, my debut high fantasy novel, won third place for YARWA’s Athena Award for Excellence in New Adult Fiction! I’m so humbled to have been part of the competition. And for any romance fans out there, I would definitely recommend the RWA’s Nationals! I didn’t get to stay for the full conference because I had Pitch Wars things to do and the budget didn’t really allow for it, but it looked like a heck of a good time if romance is your jam!

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So now that The King’s Blade has been submitted to Pitch Wars, I have three full weeks with no writing deadlines whatsoever, and I’m sort of at a loss of what to do with myself! Since this journey began in January of last year, I’ve always had something on my plate. My biggest goal is to use this time to relax, reboot, and refresh (and catch up on my ridiculously large TBR).

Anyone have any reads they’d recommend?

Launch Day! The Blood Mage

Well… it’s here! Today, my second book, The Blood Mage goes out into the big wide world for your consumption. This book has a really special place in my heart. They’re all different: the books, that is. They all occupy different spaces in my heart, but this one is the book I felt like I needed to write. So I’m excited (and nervous) to share it with you.

Anyhoo, before I get too reflective, there are some special people I want to thank for making this book (and all the books in this series) possible. You can find the following in the Acknowledgement section of The Blood Mage, but I wanted to share it here as well. These people can’t get enough props in my mind. So without further ado, here are my thank yous to those who helped me put the book of my heart into the hands of others.

Acknowledgments:

Self-published authors often find themselves labeled as “go-it-alone” types. In my experience, this isn’t true. I’m fortunate enough to find myself surrounded by people who have all helped make me who I am and who have helped make this book, and this series, what it is.

First, I want to thank my little brother, Tyler, who has given me not only encouragement, but hope. His unrelenting optimism and shameless promotion of this series has brought me so much joy. TJ, I’m honored to call you brother.

To the rest of my small but mighty family—thank you. Always and forever, thank you.

I also want to thank the entire town of Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania, who seriously showed up for the first book. Punxsy brought me my first reviewer, my first signing, and the first time I ever sold out of copies of The Wheel Mages. Y’all are fantastic (or should I say y’uns?).

To my best friend, Jen, I will never be able to say enough how grateful I am to have you in my life.

To my beta readers, especially Emily and Kelly, thank you. And a special shout out to Emily who was the hand behind getting my first book into its very first library, who has been an ardent supporter, who has pushed me to always keep challenging myself, and who has been a shoulder to cry on—your friendship has meant the world to me.

Always to my editor, Katie, but most definitely this time. This book has seen more revisions than I thought possible, and you never once faltered. When I was sure the problem was insurmountable, you made me readjust my vision and see a molehill instead of a mountain. I honestly don’t know how I could have done it without you.

To Nikki, my copy editor, who probably doesn’t get as much credit as she deserves because copy editing is too often overlooked—you’re awesome, and I appreciate everything you do. Also, I’m sorry I didn’t send this Acknowledgement section to you for copy edits, but I wanted to surprise you. Sorry if there’s something in here that’s making your eye twitch (and I’m sure there is).

Big shout out and continuous thanks to my cover artist, Fiona, whose cover design inspired the words, “I want to marry that cover.” Indeed. I don’t know how you do it, but you are a rock star. Also new to the team, I want to thank Tamara, my formatter, who saved me lots of time and cursing and made this print book much lovelier than its predecessor. I’m so excited to have you on board and to not ever have to format a book myself again.

Book bloggers, reviewers, bookstagrammers, and booktubers, y’all are incredible. I appreciate you so, so much. Thank you for supporting not only me, but indie authors in general, and promoting our work. Special thanks to those of you who have given me not only your time, but also your friendship.

Thank you to my coworkers at my 9-5 who have been amazingly supportive of my moonlight career as an author and have purchased, read, reviewed, and plugged my work. You guys are seriously like a family to me, and I’m so overwhelmed by your constant support and kindness.

Finally, to my readers, I want you all to know you mean the world to me. Even if we’ve never met, even if I’ve never said a word to you, even if we have met and I’ve been incredibly awkward about the whole thing, I care about you all so much. Every day, you’re the ones who make my dreams come true, and there is no amount of praise or thanks I could ever truly assign to that.

With every bit of love in my heart, thank you,

Aimee

Sneak Peek (Chapter 1)

It’s less than a week away y’all! 6 days! And in celebration of the holiday weekend in which I have many things to be thankful for, I thought I’d share with you another little tidbit of my debut novel The Wheel Mages. 

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

(P.s., if you haven’t read the Prologue, get it here)

Chapter One

The Inner Sanctum was silent and dark. Walking into the room made me feel like I was walking into a cave and despite the high ceilings and openness, my chest tightened. I felt caged and though the cage was beautiful, with its tall granite pillars and fine marble floors checkered black and white like a chessboard, it was still a cage.

I shuddered and stared down the long gold-and-silver aisle runner that stretched forward into the epicenter of the room.

It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the poor light provided by a single fire pit in the center of the room. Behind the fire pit sat four intimidating figures, each perched upon a marble throne. And at the top of each throne, carved into the stone, was an emblem outlined in jewels.

I walked forward, eyes wide with fear and awe. My knees trembled and my muscles felt like wobbling plates of jelly, making it necessary for me to check my footing with every step I took. Stop, I silently scolded my knees, but they weren’t to be controlled. My stomach sank. Then, at least, please don’t let me fall. If I fall, I’ll be an embarrassment. Gods, please don’t let me embarrass Nikolai.

As I continued to move forward, I tried to distract myself from my fear by looking over the Sanctum’s Four. To my far left, sat Master Bartholomew Johnson. He was from an isle in the western region of the Trade Nations, an independent, wealthy country called Glasland. The powerful island was famous for its agriculture and navy and had helped to lead the civilized world into the industrial era. Out of the dark and into the light, the Glaslandish proclaimed.

My lashes fluttered against my cheeks while I focused on my breathing. When your emotions start to overwhelm you, focus on the little things, Nikolai had taught me.

Bartholomew wore a fine red silk vest with a pocket on the right. It was fashionable and well made if a little tight. While I honed in on the exquisite stitching of his black tailcoat, my muscles solidified.

My gaze moved from the ebony, ruby-topped walking stick propped alongside Bartholomew’s throne and up to the top hat sitting upon his sand-washed hair. Above it, emblazoned into the marble behind him, was a single lick of fire decorated by rubies—fire, my opposite.

To Bartholomew’s left sat Lady Maria Garivaldi from the southern nation of Vinostio, famed for its exotic creatures and deeply religious subjects. Maria’s light brown skin was complemented by her deep green gown. Her black hair was styled atop her head in a complicated arrangement, and within it rested a lightweight tiara made of golden grapevines set with emeralds. Her throne boasted a single ivy leaf, also bejeweled with emeralds. Earth, like my master.

To Maria’s left was Master Albin Ahlberg, an imposing man whose hair was long, straight, and white. He wore tall white socks, short leather breeches, a silk shirt, and a long blue overcoat accented with green trim. His homeland was a nation made up of frigid, secretive islands in the far west called Drifafell, and the wave and sapphires on his throne announced that he was a water mage, like me. Maybe one of the last of our kind.

I stared at the sapphire-encrusted wave on his throne. If I passed the Tests, I might one day occupy that spot. I wondered, not for the first time, if Albin was the reason why the Four had been so desperate to find me and hide me away, keeping my existence secret from all but their most loyal mages. The Four all seemed wise, but Albin was by far the oldest, and peeking through the wisdom, I saw strain and fatigue. Not even a mage could keep himself alive forever, no matter how strong his will might be.

After a thorough investigation of Albin’s stoic, gray eyes, I let my gaze fall to the final member of the Four, Master Stefan Volkov, a native of Ledenstaza, the eastern seat of the Trade Nations and the home of the Sanctum. He was so swallowed by a gray fur coat and a thick black beard and bushy eyebrows I could barely see his face, but the two diamond-accented swirls of air on his throne would have told me he was an air mage even if I didn’t already know.

When I reached the edge of the fire pit, I fell into what I hoped was a graceful court curtsey and stayed that way, my gown spread out beneath me.

I didn’t need to turn and look at Nikolai, I could feel him bow and take a knee behind me. I listened to his breathing to calm myself. It was steady, strong; he was sure of me in a way I wasn’t sure of myself. He always had been. His confidence warmed me, and my shaking knees stilled.

“Rise, Nikolai Sokolov, and present your apprentice.” The voice was lilting, feminine, and dripped with a songlike accent. Maria.

“Masters, Lady, may I present Alena Kozlov of Ledenstaza and mage of water.” Nikolai’s voice was formal, but I heard the pride in it.

I smiled at the marble floor, and a trickle of warmth touched my cheeks. All I’d wanted almost from the day I’d become Nikolai’s apprentice was to make him proud. Even when I’d shunned him, fought him, distrusted and disbelieved him, there had still been a part of me that wanted to please him. He’d saved my life and though he’d never demanded anything in return, never even seemed to expect anything, I’d always wanted to repay him. Making him proud, becoming the Sanctum Mage he’d always wanted me to be, was my way of doing it.

“And do you find her worthy?” The scathing voice was Bartholomew’s.

“I do,” Nikolai answered.

“Then rise, Miss Kozlov, and face your Tests.” At the sound of Albin’s voice, I rose. My legs were cramped from holding a lowered position for so long, but I ignored the discomfort and focused my attention on the Four.

“Master Nikolai, you’re dismissed. You may return to your chambers and await the return of Miss Kozlov.” Maria flipped her dainty wrist forward, and I heard Nikolai drop his head in an informal bow and turn. I wanted to look at him, to get one last encouraging smile, but I forced myself to keep my eyes forward. Nikolai had given me strict instructions not to watch him go. “I will leave,” he’d said, “and you might be tempted to turn around, but Lena, my sprite, you must not. You must show them only strength.”

I held my blink for a moment longer than was natural, and my stomach clenched from the effort it took to hold back the overwhelming and sudden sense of despair that had set upon me.

Nikolai’s supple leather boots barely made a sound as they brushed the marble and too soon, I heard the wooden doors of the Inner Sanctum groan as they shut behind him. I was about to face the Tests of the Sanctum’s Four. And though I’d known all along I’d have to do it alone, there was a strange finality to Nikolai’s departure. No matter what happened, when this was over, I’d no longer be his apprentice.

The Wheel Mages is available for preorder on Amazon Kindle here. Keep your eyes peeled on November 29th for iBooks and print releases! 

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Shout Out Time!

Hi everyone and welcome! I’m so happy to have you here! So far this debut novel experience has been a wild ride, and I’m so excited to share it with all of you.

For my very first blog, I have to give a really important shout out to the lovely Fiona at Fiona Jayde Media who designed the stunning cover for my debut novel The Wheel Mages.

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Nothing prepares you for the moment you first see your name on the cover of a book. That moment is made even sweeter when you are lucky enough to work with a designer who is able to tap into your thought process and understand what you’re looking for even if you don’t.

When I first started working with Fiona, The Wheel Mages was barely a manuscript, but I was determined to see this one through. Though I’ve produced more than a dozen manuscripts, I’d never had the self-confidence to go the whole way with one before.

But The Wheel Mages was different, so before I even started my first read through, I began to search for a designer. I reviewed dozens of portfolios and even considered (for a very brief moment) designing something on my own, but as soon as I saw Fiona’s work, I was sold.

I am so fortunate to have been able to work with Fiona. Not only was she professional, prompt and insightful, she helped me keep this project alive. She took fantasy and turned it into reality. When I got the first draft of what would become my cover, I cried. This was real, and it was happening.

Now, many months later, I still have that draft set as the background on my desktop and every time I look at my computer, I get giddy. It’s not only a cover, it’s a reminder. Keep working and don’t give up, it whispers to me, because this is real and this is happening.