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Genre: Young Adult & Youth
About morgaine816Location: Oklahoma City, OK Home Region: Age:37 Website: http://www.discoverytoyslink.com/myloe Favorite novels: Mists of Avalon, Harry Potter Novels, Incarnation Novels Favorite writers: Marion Zimmer Bradley, JK Rowling Favorite music: Keltic, Nature, Soundtrack from Metropolis Non-noveling interests: my family, Facebook, Discovery Toys |
Joined: October 12, 2008 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 12 NaNoWriMo buddies: 10
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Brief Author Bio: I am a mother of a wonderful 10 year old daughter, a wife of over 5 years to an amazing man, an ex-wife of my daughter's father, a person with a chronic illness, a writer, a reader, a friend, a daughter, a granddaughter, an aunt, a cousin, a social worker on disability and many other things. Since last year, I have added a new role as a small business owner of a Discover Toys business so I get to share to passion for educational toys and books to other children and parents. I try to play each role to the best of my abilities. To learn and support me in my healing, please visit http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/myloeyeager, or http://aurora-lamour.livejournal.com/profile, or http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=logo#/myloe.yeager?ref=profile. |
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Synopsis: The Imaginary Friend
A child who has some sort of friend, maybe of fairy or other fantasy, but that is real but can only be seen by those who believe. All the adults believe it was just her imaginary friend. Then something happens (haven't got that part yet) and for some reason she has to convince the adults that her friend was real even if they could not see her so they can rescue her friend (from something).
Excerpt: The Imaginary Friend
Angelina sat on her bed as she did every night and said her prayers. “God bless Mommy and Daddy and Christopher and my best friend Betsy.” Her mother stood next to her bed and did her best not to roll her eyes. There was no one named Betsy. But Angelina sure believed there was. Everywhere she went she “took” Betsy. She talked to her, sat a place for her at the dinner table, and had even insisted that her parents pull out the trundle bed and make it up for a place for Betsy to sleep.
Her mother had tried to talk to Angelina about Betsy and convince her that she was too old to believe in imaginary friends. Her father had gotten angry and told her that she would be punished if she did not “stop that nonsense.” But neither tactic mattered to Angelina. Her belief in Betsy was so strong that it withstood guilt trips and punishments alike. That was because to Angelina, Betsy really was real.
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