My magical mine is a hidden treasure buried deep in my imagination. It is a place where dreams come alive and anything is possible. In this enchanted world, there are sparkling rivers of gold, glowing mountains made of gemstones, and meadows filled with vibrant flowers that sing when the wind blows. The entrance to my magical mine is through a secret portal hidden beneath a towering oak tree. As I step through, I am instantly transported to a land of wonder and awe. The air is filled with the sweet scent of magic, and the colors are more vivid than any I have ever seen before.
When I was in seventh grade and a bit old for Fisher-Price people, Barbie dolls or the dress-up box, I started writing these stories down in spiral notebooks. Later, I found an old manual typewriter, taught myself to type, then wrote a lot of first chapters of novels on it. I still hadn't figured out how to actually be a working novelist who gets paid for writing (finishing a book instead of writing a lot of first chapters might have been a good start), so when it came time to go to college, I went to journalism school at the University of Texas. While getting my degree in broadcast news, I managed to structure a curriculum that might also help me in my real career plans. I took fencing (which I thought would be useful for writing fantasy novels), an astronomy course on the search for extraterrestrial life (in case I wanted to write science fiction), psychology, interpersonal communication, and parageography (the geography of imaginary lands).
I still hadn t figured out how to actually be a working novelist who gets paid for writing finishing a book instead of writing a lot of first chapters might have been a good start , so when it came time to go to college, I went to journalism school at the University of Texas. When I was in seventh grade and a bit old for Fisher-Price people, Barbie dolls or the dress-up box, I started writing these stories down in spiral notebooks.
The air is filled with the sweet scent of magic, and the colors are more vivid than any I have ever seen before. In my magical mine, I am not bound by the laws of reality. I can fly with the birds, swim with the dolphins, and soar through the clouds on the back of a mythical creature.
Make Mine Magic
Jilted at the altar, small-town librarian Claire is forced to go on her romantic honeymoon in New York City alone. After enduring one too many meals for two as one, Claire invites a seemingly harmless little old lady to join her for afternoon tea at the Plaza. Unbeknownst to Claire, said little old lady is actually a grand wizard, who bestows Claire with a magical amulet that makes her the sitting queen of the magical community. Claire is swept into the gilded world of New York City wizards - and a bitter power struggle for the throne. With the help of a cursed former prince, Claire must untangle this web of deception and find the magical community's rightful leader before her "honeymoon" is over.
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Genres FantasyRomanceAudiobookMagicFictionParanormalContemporary
8 pages, Audible Audio
First published January 9, 2020
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Shanna Swendson 36 books 1,087 followersOnce upon a time .
A little girl learned to amuse herself by making up stories in her head. She turned everyday activities into exciting adventures, and she made up new adventures for characters from her favorite movies, TV shows and books. Then one day she realized that if she wrote down those stories, she'd have a book! But that was crazy, she thought. Real people don't become novelists. That was like deciding you were going to be a movie star. You couldn't just go and do it.
But, it turns out, you can, and she did. She realized her dream of becoming a novelist and seeing her stories in bookstores.
And then she started to wig herself out by writing about herself in the third-person.
This is her story.
The Novelist's Journey
As I said above in that bit of silliness, I've always been a writer at heart. My favorite way to play was to create stories and act them out with my Fisher-Price people, my Barbie dolls or myself and a box of play clothes. If none of those things were available, I could just sit and make up stories in my head. I occasionally got into trouble for being a little too creative, such as the time when I embellished a bit on my kindergarten experiences (where's the dramatic hook in coloring, cutting out and pasting?).
When I was in seventh grade and a bit old for Fisher-Price people, Barbie dolls or the dress-up box, I started writing these stories down in spiral notebooks. Later, I found an old manual typewriter, taught myself to type, then wrote a lot of first chapters of novels on it. I still hadn't figured out how to actually be a working novelist who gets paid for writing (finishing a book instead of writing a lot of first chapters might have been a good start), so when it came time to go to college, I went to journalism school at the University of Texas. While getting my degree in broadcast news, I managed to structure a curriculum that might also help me in my real career plans. I took fencing (which I thought would be useful for writing fantasy novels), an astronomy course on the search for extraterrestrial life (in case I wanted to write science fiction), psychology, interpersonal communication, and parageography (the geography of imaginary lands).
I got serious about pursuing my novel-writing ambitions soon after I got my first job in public relations (TV reporting, it turns out, would have taken away from my writing time) when I started joining local writing organizations and reading books on how to write a novel. Then I took the big step of registering for a writing conference. With the registration fee, you could enter two manuscripts in a contest that went with the conference. I figured if I was paying that much money, I'd get the most out of it, so I wrote two entries. At the conference, I met a real, live editor, who encouraged me to submit, and one of my entries won the science fiction/fantasy category of the contest. I hurried to finish the novel the editor had asked for, then mailed a proposal.
She ended up rejecting the book, but encouraged me to keep trying. I ended up selling that novel elsewhere, then sold two more books to that publisher before I had another idea for that original editor. That book ended up selling, and then one more.
And then I hit the wall. Due to a number of circumstances, some of which weren't my fault and some of which were, I didn't sell anything else for eight years. But then I had the idea that became Enchanted, Inc., I wrote it, sold it, and here I am.
Other Life Stuff
I think I need to get a few more hobbies or something else going on in my life that isn't related to reading or writing because currently my bio in my books is shorter than the "about the typeface" section. Yes, a typeface has a more interesting life than I do.
When I'm not writing, I'm most often reading. Otherwise, I enjoy watching science fiction TV shows and then discussing them on the Internet, working crossw
Once upon a time .
Time stands still in this ethereal realm, allowing me to explore and discover to my heart's content. One of my favorite things to do in my magical mine is to wander through the enchanted forest. The trees whisper secrets in my ear, and the animals dance and play alongside me. If I listen closely, I can hear the soft melodies of the fairies as they flit from flower to flower. At the heart of my magical mine is a majestic castle made entirely of wishes. Each stone represents a dream, and as I touch them, I am filled with a sense of hope and possibility. Inside the castle, there are rooms filled with books that hold the knowledge of the universe, and grand halls where banquets are held every night. In my magical mine, anything can happen. I can turn invisible, transform into any creature I desire, and create worlds with a flick of my wrist. It is a place where laughter is contagious, and sadness is banished. It is a place of pure joy and endless adventure. But my magical mine is more than just a fantastical escape. It is a reflection of the power of my own imagination. It reminds me that I have the ability to dream big and make those dreams a reality. It is a reminder that magic exists within me, and that I have the power to shape my own destiny. In my magical mine, I am free to be truly myself. I am not confined by the expectations or limitations of the outside world. It is a place where I can embrace my truest desires and follow the path that brings me the most happiness and fulfillment. As I step back through the secret portal and return to the real world, I carry the magic of my mine with me. It is a reminder that even in the most ordinary of moments, there is still a spark of wonder and adventure waiting to be discovered. My magical mine is not just a place, but a state of mind. And with that mindset, anything is possible..
Reviews for "The Power of Crystals and Gemstones in My Magical Mine"
- John - 1 star - I found "My magicall mine" to be extremely disappointing. The plot was weak and predictable, and the characters felt flat and one-dimensional. The writing style was also quite unimpressive, lacking any sort of depth or creativity. Overall, I felt like I wasted my time reading this book and would not recommend it to anyone.
- Emily - 2 stars - I had high hopes for "My magicall mine" based on all the positive reviews I had read, but unfortunately, it fell short of my expectations. The story felt disjointed and rushed, with little development of the world or the magic system. The dialogue was awkward and forced, making it difficult to connect with the characters. There were also several grammar and spelling errors throughout the book, which further detracted from my enjoyment. I wanted to like this book, but it just didn't resonate with me.
- Michael - 2 stars - "My magicall mine" did not live up to the hype for me. The pacing was slow, and it took a long time for the story to gain any momentum. The characters lacked depth and often made illogical decisions. Additionally, there were numerous instances of info-dumping, which disrupted the flow of the narrative. While the premise had potential, the execution fell short, leaving me unsatisfied with the overall reading experience. I wouldn't recommend this book to fellow fantasy enthusiasts.