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May 13, 2012
A New Blog!
Hello all!
I wanted to share with you that I have just created a NEW photoblog that will showcase my photography and only my photography. Check it out here: legettephotography.wordpress.com. And let me know what you think!!
Cheers (and happy Mother’s Day!)
Melissa
May 9, 2012
Flower Shop #3
I took this photo last Fall at the Athens Farmers Market. The chrysanthemums were just too dazzling for me to resist.
If you’d like to see more of my work, slip over to my Etsy store: Garden Windows.
April 16, 2012
In the Manuscript ~ chapter two
Manuscript Title: Quest for Milo
Chapter: Two ~ Mr. Owl’s Bargain
Version: 3rd
Copyright: Melissa LeGette
The Excerpt:
“Do not fear, my man,” Mr. Owl cut off calmly. “That boy doesn’t have a clue what he’s doing and having him kill himself will mean no cumbersome trouble on your part.”
“It would be no trouble.”
“That is why I like you, Mr. Ogg,” Mr. Owl laughed. “Always ready to break a neck.”
April 10, 2012
In the Manuscript ~ chapter one
Manuscript Title: Quest for Milo
Chapter: One ~ The Lost Thief
Version: 2nd
Copyright: M. L. LeGette
The Excerpt:
"You being sorry doesn't bring me Lynch back," Jack said sharply. "I've lost a fine thief, thanks to you."
"Jack–"
"It's time you faced facts, Toad. I can't keep paying for your mistakes."
"It was just this one time!" Toad protested.
Jack raised one eyebrow.
"The Barrow heist?"
"An accident."
"The Smiths?"
"That wasn't my fault! I–"
"What about the bank?"
"It was dark!"
Jack sighed and Bone snickered.
"Toad, what is it exactly that we do?" asked Jack, his voice tired.
Toad shifted on his box.
"We steal," he mumbled.
"And by being professionals of theft and robbery, don't we often travel by night?"
Toad looked down at his knees.
"Toad?"
"Yes," Toad whispered.
"So we must learn to see in the dark, mustn't we?"
April 7, 2012
Goodreads Giveaway
The books have all been mailed! Expect them in the next 2 weeks. 
Thanks again,
Melissa
April 1, 2012
Giveaway Finished ~ Kudos to All
My first ever Goodreads giveaway is over and I am staggered by the interest the book has gained. I was hoping to just reach my offered 70, but no! 1233 people entered! Congratulations to the lucky 70–copies will be finding their way to your doorsteps in the very near future. And for the 1163 people who were not so lucky: you can still get your hands on a copy of The Unicorn Girl. AND because I enjoyed this giveaway so much, I see a repeat in my future. 
Thank you to EVERYONE! Happy reading.
Kindle ~ $5
Paperback ~ $10
March 30, 2012
Milo Drama
To give you a sense of the current state of my life, let me say that I am writing this while sitting in the middle of my brother's pasture while my bottle-fed gang nibbles sticks and grass around me.
Now, on with the post.
I started working on Quest for Milo about 2 years ago. And about two months ago the story took a spiraling nosedive. I realized that I didn't have a plot … at least, not one that was able to stand on its own two feet. But after many tantrums and tears, my plot plotters (Mom and big brother Ben) helped me get back on the right path.
That's the good news–I've got a plot! The bad news is that I am literally starting over. From chapter one. Rest assured that Quest for Milo will be finished and it will be published. Just not as soon as I was thinking a few months ago.
March 18, 2012
March 17, 2012
March 16, 2012
Massive Book Giveaway ~ Winding Down
The giveaway is halfway over. You've still got a chance at winning a signed copy of my novel, "The Unicorn Girl". Pop on over to Goodreads to sign up today!
An excerpt: chapter 14 ~ page 169
"You can't keep her safe forever!" Myra said furiously. "Mora will find her and when she does–"
"Mora doesn't know about Leah," Lavena interrupted.
"Not yet, she doesn't," Myra argued, "but when she does, Leah would be better off prepared than the sitting duck she is now! She will find out!"
"I don't want her killed, Myra!" Lavena yelled.
There was a horrible silence. All I could hear was the steady splattering of heavy rain drops.
"Then tell her," Myra replied coldly, "tell her the danger she is in."
My heart hammered in my chest. I was in danger? How? Why? Who was Mora? I'd never heard of her–but, wait, there was something familiar about that name … like I had heard it somewhere…
