Today is a huge treat for me because I have a very good writing pal of mine visiting BELIEVE!. She has sucessfully released three books in a very short time – LITTLE WHITE MAGIC -being the third. Finally, she has taken time out to breathe.
Story Behind the Story –Little WhiteMagic
pleased to present Book #3 in The Girlfriends Series –Little White Magic. Teens,
trouble and a touch of the Tarot.
and her best friend Steph are spending the summer as junior counselors working at
a camp in Vermont. But Rachel’s on a mission.
new boyfriend? Enlist the help of a tarot reader, trust the cards and embrace
the journey. Spiral into an adventure filled with startling revelations, where
nothing is as it appears – and a mysterious, scarred young man’s talents seem
almost magical.
few years ago, I was traveling in Arizona and discovered a number of articles
in a local newspaper that highlighted the recovery of Stephanie Nielson. She
had survived a horrifying plane crash, but with burns that covered 80% of her
body.
reflections and journey to regain her life were earth shattering. I was haunted
by her courage and belief. I knew that I’d stumbled across a very powerful
piece of writing. Her words affected me deeply. She clutched onto life with the
support of her faith and her family.
saved the newspaper clippings and went onwards with my life. Even though I’m a
paper hoarder, I unfortunately misplaced that file. But the idea of writing
about a burn survivor was trapped in my brain, so I began to create my Young
adult novel, Little White Magic.
week ago, I visited Laura Langston’s blog, a fellow author, and low and behold,
there was my lost story. Ms. Neilson had turned her articles into a memoir and
published them under the title Heaven is Here: An Incredible Story of Hope,
Triumph and Everyday Joy. I was pleased that I’d located her writing because I
could revisit her touching words.
realized that in Little White Magic
my heroine Rachel would be the perfect person to reach out to my hero Dylan as
he copes with his unspeakable tragedy.
never knows where one can find inspiration for writing a novel.
the on-going adventures of best friends Rachel and Steph.
so much to Mimi for being ‘the hostess with the most-ess’.
Chapter 1
Rachel
reading, but today something is wrong, wrong, wrong. Madame Ariana’s azure eyes
skewer me like a laser.
I shrink back in my chair. “What
do you see?”
In the silence, her silver
bracelets jingle as she places twenty-two cards in a circle, her long fingers
caressing each one. I know what she’s doing—the Soul Mate spread. I’ve studied
the cards throughout my senior year. She points to the card in the middle.
“The King of Wands,” she says in
an ominous tone.
“What does that mean?”
She spins one of her five rings
slowly with her left thumb. I stare at the largest ring, the one with the
dragon. My stomach plummets. I’ve always hated dragons. There’s something about
the blood-red eyes that is beyond scary. I make an effort to refocus.
“Does that card represent the
past?”
“Be patient, Rachel. The cards
will let you know.”
I’m here to find out if Channing
really loves me or if this is just a summer romance. I guess I’m nervous
because he’s my very first real boyfriend. I’m not counting my neighbor last
year who I thought might be interested in me. Channing could have any girl in
Camp Winnoski. Every day I wonder why he chose me.
The neglected cottage has thick
purple curtains and black walls. Three plump crystals dangle from glossy beaded
strings in the window. Good. Three is my lucky number. A dusty stench thickens
the air. Even though it’s late in the afternoon, it’s so dark outside it feels
like midnight. Another summer storm is brewing.
Madame Ariana talks about the
past. But I don’t want to think about my mom abandoning me, dad always working,
changing schools. Not today. I want her to tell me about Channing. About the
future.
“You are ready for a deeper
connection with your soul mate. But I see confusion and conflicts. The King of
Wands will be your mentor. He will inspire you. In time, harmony will rule.”
She leans across the scarred pine table and whispers, “You will be two jewels
polishing each other’s rough edges.”
That sounds cool, but …
