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Genre: Young Adult & Youth
About AnjirikaLocation: Golden Horseshoe, Ontario, Canada Home Region: Age:21 Website: http://a-barone.blogspot.com Favorite novels: Chronicles of Faerie; Troy Game Quartet; Symphony of Ages (Series); Song of the Lioness (Quartet); The Immortals (Quartet); Protector of the Small (Quartet); Trickster’s Choice/Tricksters Queen; The Sweep Series; The Balefire Quartet; Ancestors of Avalon; Mists of Avalon; Twilight Series; The Looking Glass Wars Favorite writers: O.R Melling; Sarah Douglass; Elizabeth Haydon; Tamora Pierce; Cate Tiernan; Diana L. Paxton; Marian Zimmer Bradley; Stephanie Meyer; Frank Beddor; Favorite music: Listening to those golden 'GLEE" sounds! Non-noveling interests: Archaeology, Classics, Fairy Tales, Watching Movies |
Joined: octobre 2, 2004 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 75 NaNoWriMo buddies: 23
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Brief Author Bio: I'm a twenty one year old, teacher candidate at Charles Sturt University in Burlington, Ontario. I have always had a burning passion to write, and therefore I am a writer. However I know that writing doesn't always pay the bills and therefore I am to be a teacher (which I love just as much even though it leaves little time for writing). I am a hopeless romantic and engaged to be married in September 2010 and I am an avid reader and TV watcher (sci-fi/fantasy and reality mainly). |
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Synopsis: My Life as a Teenage Witch
This is the first person account of Sinead Jones, a seventeen year old witch who has to deal with the loss of her parents, moving to a new town, starting in a new school and dealing with love and hate all the while wearing her religion on her sleeve. This is her story.
Excerpt: My Life as a Teenage Witch
I kept on breathing in and out until I suddenly found myself staring at a crystal lake with mountains of green in the background. In that moment I wasn't sure if I was awake or dreaming and after a moment the sun on the water blinded me and I could suddenly see a female form silhouetted against the sky. My heart constricted and I thought in my soul that I knew the figure. I reached out and the image shattered like an image on water, to the clang of a bell.
My eyes opened and I saw that our meditative time was over. Our coven was gathering but I was too stunned to move. The vision I had had, the figure bathed in light, the natural scene, I wasn't sure whether or not I had been blessed with a vision of the Lady or if—
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