We have guest-posting today, Annamaria Bazzi, author of Incantation Paradox.
What’s magical in Anna’s life as opposed to her MCs?
My life is quite an ordinary suburban life.
I must warn you; I never grew up. The child in me is still alive and well.
When my youngest daughter turned 4, I think that’s when it happened, Scarlett the dragon moved into my attic. My daughter, Ariana, was thrilled. At the time she believed in dragons and fairies. Many times, we’d go up into the attic to try and get a glimpse of the dragon. It never happened. She always seemed to know when we were about to disturb her abode. She was always gone, although, on several occasions, we would find her eggs, warm and colorful in a pile on warm blankets.
Soon, my nieces and some of Ariana’s friends would come over asking if they could go up into the attic to see Scarlett or find some of her eggs.
“Mrs. B,” that’s what most of the kids call me. “Can we please go see Scarlett?”
“You must be very quiet and respectful when you go up there. No running, no screaming.”
“Yes, Mrs. B.”
And they’d all run up the stairs.
“Mrs. B,” they screamed rushing back down. “All the eggs are gone.”
I would smile. “Oh, what great news. Scarlett’s babies have hatched.” I’d giggle for joy. “Did you see any baby dragons?”
“We gotta go back up.”
And they’d all run back upstairs to look for little dragons.
I’m sad to say Scarlett has left my attic, but I know she’ll be back as soon as my daughter Amanda has her fist child. After all, dragons only live and thrive wherever children are.
You don’t believe me? Did I hear you right? That’s the problems with grownups, once they lose their imagination, magic leaves their lives forever and the beauty and creativity of the mind begins to stagnate. All these people see is work, and more work. They have lost their inner child. Hence, no longer believe in Santa Clause, the Easter Bunny, fairies, dragons and all that fuels the imagination.
What a sad day for magic.
Magic is an illusion. It doesn’t really exist. Or does it?
A horrible car accident destroys Dolores Reynard’s life. But instead of waking up in a hospital bed, she awakens in a teenager’s body. Soon, she discovers she is at the heart of the murderous mystery surrounding the death of Mona, the young girl whose body she occupies. Caught between an evil greater than she ever imagined and a wizard who heals her tattered heart, she is forced to play a dangerous game of intrigue in the hopes of finding a way to return to her previous life.
Will magic be her ally, or will it lead to her demise once and for all.
~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~
Although born in the United States, Annamaria Bazzi spent a great deal of her childhood in Sicily, Italy, in a town called Sciacca. Italian was the language spoken at home. Therefore, she had no problems when she found herself growing up in a strange country. Upon returning to the states, she promised herself she would speak without an accent. She attended Wayne State University in Detroit Michigan, where she obtained her Bachelor of Science in Computers with a minor in Spanish.
Annamaria spent twenty years programming systems for large corporations, creating innovative solution, and addressing customer problems. During those years, she raised four daughters and one husband. Annamaria lives in Richmond Virginia with her small family where she now dedicates a good part of her day writing.
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