Myrtle Mae Book Give-Away

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Myrtle Mae and the Mirror in the Attic

by Joe Egly

Giveaway ends October 01, 2012.

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Myrtle Mae Available Now!

There was a mistake in the release dates that they told me. It was supposed to be August 1st 2012 for Amazon and September for other retail outlets, but I was just informed that the August release date was for the other retailers and July 1st was the release date for Amazon. Either way... Guess what's available now... Myrtle Mae and the Mirror in the Attic. :)
http://www.amazon.com/Myrtle-Mae-Mirror-Attic-Chronicles/dp/1469908530/ref=sr_1_8?ie=UTF8&qid=1341332526&sr=8-8&keywords=joe+egly

Praise for Myrtle Mae and the Mirror in the Attic

“Myrtle Mae and the Mirror in the Attic is a delightful romp through a hidden world of goblins, witches, magic, and ancient prophecies. The story centers on Myrtle Mae, a normal 9-year-old girl by all accounts, who learns one day that she is the prophesied Mae witch who will deliver this secret world out of the clutches of darkness. A tall order for a nine year old, indeed, but precocious Myrtle is brave beyond her years. Will she succeed in her quest? With its fantastic characters, loveable heroine, and an epic battle against the forces of evil, Myrtle Mae will appeal to a wide audience, especially to those looking for a little magic in their lives.  If you, too, are searching for that enchanted world beyond the veil -you may cease your quest – Myrtle Mae has what you seek!”

-Molly Jones, Librarian

Thank you Molly.  I believe you have just made my day.  :)  I will be giving your library some copies to share with your patrons.

Do you journal?

     I was recently cleaning out some boxes of old papers and writing when I came across my journal.  I had somehow forgotten all about it.  I began flipping through the pages and memories, causing myself to have a few good laughs and remember some fond times.  Then I wondered why I hadn't kept up with it, and written more.  I mean, I'm a writer, so why did writing in my own journal become such work?

     Well I'm not exactly sure, but I think in the midst of writing on my books, meetings, day job (yes, I have one), friends, family, time for myself, and a list of other things, my journal just fell by the wayside and became one of those less important tasks that had to take a back seat.  However, sitting there holding it in my hands and flipping through the pages made me realize something about it.  Journaling is like a diet.  Yes, I said it, a diet.

     Dieting is something that we all do from time to time for various reasons.  Some people diet every single day and others only need to when an important event is approaching.  Some do it for health reasons and some for personal.  Any way, or reason, you diet it is personalized for you.  Well journaling is the exact same concept.  Bare with me here.   Ok, there are people who journal because it helps them relieve stress or get out there feelings.  Some people use it as a way to express themselves privately and others as a way to document.  (history, family events, etc.)

     Writers journal for all of those reasons as well as for practice, story ideas, getting thoughts down, etc.  Here's my point.  Whatever your reason for doing it, just like a diet, if you fall off the horse get back up.  Take a few minutes, dust yourself off and go again.  The act of journaling has many benefits for your body, mind, spirit, emotions, and your brain.  Especially your brain.  So I have decided to keep my journal out on my desk and write in it when I feel inspired to do so.  It may not be a day to day account of my life or a historical account of world events, but it is my journal after all.  It will be written in when I decide to do so.  So.... give it a try.  Journal or diary, pick it up and dust it off.  Put your pen or pencil to the paper and say whatever you feel like.  You never know what will happen.  It could be a key to future civilizations about our current lives, or something for the grandkids to know you by.  It could even be the inspiration for your future novel or just simply something to one day find in a box of papers and will remind you of memories you will cherish.

Take a peek of Myrtle Mae and the Mirror in the Attic

If you get a chance, and want a sneak peek of Myrtle and the Mirror in the attic, go to http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/302695-myrtle-mae-and-the-mirror-in-the-attic and let me know what you think.

Snippet from Myrtle Mae and the Mirror in the Attic

Here's a snippet of Myrtle Mae and the Mirror in the Attic. Just wanted to share a bit and see what everyone thought so let me know. So...here ya go.


Far away, on the other side of the thin blue veil that separated the worlds, a short, stout, middle-aged woman wearing a rather odd looking, hooded coat appeared at the edge of a long, country drive. Gravel crunched beneath her feet as she glanced around her in the darkness. Large old trees lined the road where they were standing. The song of crickets could be heard breaking through the silence all around them. She stood there for a few moments making sure she was alone. She had gifts, supernatural gifts, which enabled her to do many things that a normal person might not be able to do. She would have to be careful about using magic on this side of the veil. She had heard stories about what happened to witches here.

Standing there in the darkness, barely taking a breath, she calmed herself allowing her mind to search the area in all directions, for at least a five mile radius, before she was satisfied enough to move. Not sensing any danger nearby, she moved aside some fabric and looked into the gentle face of the sleeping baby she carried.

The child still had a slight blue aura about him, rippling in the gentle breeze of the night. Fine, dark hair crowned his head and bright, round eyes with specks of moonlight, danced with curiosity at what was happening to him.

He gurgled at the round, old face that looked down at him. A small, chubby hand reached out from the blanket and grabbed at her cloak. She felt something tug at her heart and a tear slid down her pale cheek, wishing that her sister would have had the chance to raise him herself.

“We should’ve been more careful,” she thought. Somehow, at that moment she could not believe everything she had been through this night to bring him to safety. Lives that had been lost, and a world that had been turned upside down in the chaos, weighed on her mind. She could feel the exhaustion starting to come over her, making her very tired and weary down to her very bones. She looked down at the gently sleeping bundle and took a deep breath. They would be safe here for now.

“What shall we name you?” She asked, thinking out loud.

“Norman? No… Barnabus… Hmh… Felix… Artimus… I’ve got it… I shall call you Marvin! Marvin Mae.” She said nodding her head as she began walking up the long lane towards a large old farmhouse.

“You are a special child Marvin, special indeed.” She pulled the blanket back up around his face keeping him warm and protected. After walking for what seemed like miles, she reached the front porch and entrance to the house and turned the locks in the front door with a flick of her wrists.

A series of metallic clinks and clonks opened the door. A small gray kitten that had been hiding in the shadows stumbled towards her and followed her to the door. It rubbed itself against her ankles and began to purr. She looked down at it and smiled.

“I think we have a new friend Marvin, one who may prove most helpful.” She said looking back at the baby.

“Well then, let’s not stand out here all night; we have wards and protections to put in place and a child to look after. It’s of the utmost importance.” She said to the cat. “Very important… and his daughter will save our world.” She walked into the house with the kitten, meowing, beside her and the door shut itself behind them.

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