L. Jagi Lamplighter's Blog, page 48
October 23, 2013
Small Favor that would be a big help!
Just learned that rankings at Amazon increases, if readers do the following. E(ven if you don't normally shop or buy at Amazon, if you do the following 3 things, you will help me out tremendously! )
1) Like my Author Central Page (look for the LIKE button, upper right hand side). I’ve included the link below.
2) Click on STAY UP TO DATE (just below the LIKE) for announcements of new releases
3) Put my books on your Wish List. (You can only do this with books you haven’t already purchased at Amazon—if you’ve purchased the e-books, you can put the print books on your Wish List and visa versa).
Here's the link to my Author Page for items #1 and #2:
All the editions of my books are listed on that page, so it’s easy to click through on the link to put them on your Wish List.
Thanks guys!!!
Wright’s Writing Corner Relaunch!
Okay, all!
I am relaunching my Wright's Writing Corner posts. Currently, I will be posting them on Wednesday, as I did. I will start by reposting the original posts all over again, as many people now have not seen them. But I will be adding new content along the way.
Cheers,
Jagi
The Unexpected Enlightenment of Rachel Griffin: Chapter One…Part Nine
Below her, something caught her attention. She dived down into the huge evergreens—her memory of a tree guide she had once read told her these were hemlocks. She bent low over, gracefully dodging branches with consummate skill. The woods were particularly dark. Here and there, a single sunbeam broke through. These bright shafts of light looked so substantial against the darkened forest that Rachel imagined she could slide down one. She put out her hand, letting it pass through the ray, but found nothing but dancing dust motes.
Ahead, a single large sunbeam fell upon the face of a statue that stood otherwise in shadow. Rachel flew closer. A strange sensation overcame her, as if her heart was suddenly too large for her chest. The statue was of a woman with her head bowed. She wore robes that draped over her demurely. From her back sprouted wings.
Wings.
Flying on a broom was the most wonderful thing Rachel knew of, but…
Wings?
October 22, 2013
The Unexpected Enlightenment of Rachel Griffin: Chapter One…Part Eight
She flew a few loops, a tight spiral, and a zig-zag design. Nothing was as wonderful as flying, nothing as thrilling, nothing as exhilarating. Up until her eleventh birthday, the most important thing in her life had been her pony, Widdershins. Then, a year and a half ago, her parents finally allowed her to have a broom.
It had been love at first flight.
October 21, 2013
Caption This!
This week's picture is in honor of Halloween. this is a vintage Halloween photo. Caption away, Folks!
The Unexpected Enlightenment of Rachel Griffin: Chapter One–Post Seven:
As the sun rose higher, the September day grew warm and sunny. Rachel angled her broom upward. Up higher, it was not the Island of Roanoke she saw beneath her—with its virgin forests, its open campus lawns, its august stone buildings, and its rocky tor—but Bannerman Island, the obscuration set in place to keep the mundane world from troubling the school. Bannerman Island was small and wooded, with an old mansion and a ruined castle. It was deserted.
Rachel put her broom into a hover and closed her eyes. She thought back on the last few seconds. The real island spread beneath her in her mind’s eye. The ruined castle and the old mansion were still there, but there was a much vaster tract of buildings and forest between them.
Now, to see if she could accomplish a trick her mother had secretly taught her. She opened her eyes and gazed down at the false image of Bannerman Island. While looking down, she simultaneously thought back a second. The illusion popped like a soap bubble. Rachel caught her breath. She could now see the real island.
Letting go of the handlebars, she clapped her hands, delighted. Obscurations might fool the eye, but they could not fool her perfect memory.
October 18, 2013
The Unexpected Enlightenment of Rachel Griffin: Chapter One–Part Six
Rachel hoped when she grew up, she would look like Sandra, calm, stately, and as beautiful as a swan. Or even like her middle sister, Laurel, spirited, curvy, and appealing to boys. Right now, she looked nothing like either of them. Her shoulder-length black hair stuck out in all directions, no matter how she tried to tame it. Like Laurel and Peter, Rachel had the almond-shaped Asian eyes of their mother, who was one-quarter Korean. (Sandra looked more like their Caucasian father.) However, she had not yet inherited her mother’s astoundingly shapely figure. At thirteen years of age, Rachel was still as slender as a boy.
She was very small and very young. She was also extremely intelligent. She knew a great many things people twice her age did not. She had inherited her mother’s perfect memory. She only had to encounter a fact once, and she knew it forever. Because of this and her general scholarly prowess, she had been invited to come to Roanoke Academy a year early.
Rachel had read a great number of books in her thirteen years: novels, fairy tales, serious literature, nonfiction works on flight or farming or fishing. Her favorite books were her beloved grandfather’s journals, the records he had kept of his life, his triumphs, and his tribulations during World War II. Now that he was gone, his journals were all she had of him.
She knew a tremendous amount about a great many things, but it was never enough. There was always some intriguing fact, some tantalizing notion, some fascinating concept that hovered just out of her reach. She was determined not to let any unlearned bit of knowledge escape her.
Rachel Griffin wanted to know everything.
October 17, 2013
R J Tolson, Young Buckaroo Bonsai! On CBS WUSA9
(Do not be deceived by the cover. This is a Percy Jackson style adventure. )
Some info about an upcoming interview with young author R.J. Tolson on CBS WUSA9 as well as an appearance.
RJ is an extremely talented and well-spoken young man. (When I described him to a friend, he asked if I was talking about Buckaroo Bonsai. That level of talent.)
Watching him talk could be of interest to any creative or ambitious teen.…
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Watch CBS WUSA9 Exclusive Interview
20 Yr Old Author & CEO RJ Tolson
CBS WUSA9 legendary Anchor Andrea Roane interviews award-winning author, international charity founder & CEO RJ Tolson LIVE 10/18 WUSA9 Noon Newscast!
Just 20 years-old, Tolson is igniting a passion in America's youth. "I hear young people of all ages saying they never really thought they could make any of their dreams come true…But I'm here to tell you, where there is inspiration, there is a way." At only 18, RJ published Chaos Chronicles Book 1: Zephyr The West Wind
and founded Forever Trust Charity. Forever Trust now supports 58 U.S. based international relief and development organizations.
Catch him in action 10/18 – 19 at the 2013 Black Authors & Readers Rock Weekend Book Festival! Event hosts have announced him as the "Surprise Guest Speaker" for the 10/18 7:00 pm Men in Literature reception at the Comfort Inn Hotel and Conference Center in Bowie, Md.
Festival coordinator, Sharon Lucas, an avid supporter of Tolson's National Literacy Campaign, shared "after reading an article about RJ I was intrigued by how much he has accomplished…." she continued "It's not often that we read about young people who are promoting literacy and I thought this information was worth sharing with other readers."
Today’s Post: THE UNEXPECTED ENLIGHTENMENT OF RACHEL GRIFFIN: Chapter One–Part Five:
From the sky, it all looked intriguing and yet alien. Yesterday morning, she had been at Gryphon Park—now she was part way around the world. It had not been a hard trip. Her parents had taken her to London, along with Peter and Laurel, her older brother and sister, and the three children had stepped through a Travel Glass—which turned out to be a really big version of the Walking Glasses they used to get around town.
The Travel Glass led to New York City. Her parents had taken them to see a few sights: the Statue of Liberty, the Empire State Building, the gilded Temple of Apollo on Fifth Avenue, the Shrine of the Goddess Amaterasu. These last two landmarks had been crowded with mundane folk who had come to worship. Rachel had never mixed with the Unwary before, those who were ignorant of the magical World of the Wise. She had kept her shadowcloak tucked around her and stayed close to her family.
After that, it had been a simple matter of stepping through a second glass that exited in a cottage near the dock along the Hudson River, where the ferry, the Pollepel II, picked them up to carry them to Roanoke Island.
The trip had not been difficult, but it had been disorientating. The worst part, the part that made her chest clench even now, as she soared on her broom, had been leaving Sandra behind. For years, Rachel had imagined she would arrive at Roanoke for the first time holding her oldest sister’s hand. All those years, as she had watched Sandra leave for school each autumn, she had never bothered to do the math. Otherwise, it would have been obvious long ago that, by the time she was old enough to come to school, Sandra would already have graduated.
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