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Elizabeth Macleod and The Sisters of Bigglwiggs: A Coming of Age Magical School Adventure Series Paperback – January 31, 2023
Before entering the mysterious taxi, Elizabeth and her sisters were as happy as any ten-year-olds could possibly be as they prepared themselves for an end-of-year school trip to London and Buckingham Palace, which unbeknown to them would forever change their lives. After unwittingly falling into a cunning trap, the five sisters are forced to fight for their lives in the backstreets of London before receiving aid from the unlikeliest of allies. The beleaguered girls are then sent to the magical school of Bigglwiggs where they are taught how to access and use Energy Magic, making many new friends along the way as they encounter lots of wonderful creatures and fearsome enemies as their truly magical adventures begin.
- ASIN: B0BTKSP6SM
- Publisher: Independently published (January 31, 2023)
- Language: English
- Paperback : 508 pages
- ISBN-13: 979-8375664118
- Item Weight: 1.87 pounds
- Dimensions: 6 x 1.15 x 9 inches
BECOMING L. J.
For as long as I can remember, I have always been a dreamer.
I am an only child and find it difficult to mix with others. Born on Christmas day in 1975, the seclusion of my upbringing was hard at times for me. But not as hard as it was on my poor parents, who could not have any more children. The threat of losing them was a constant nightmare for me; the fear of being left alone in this big bad world scared me to death. On Christmas, when my friends would do their lists to Santa asking for bikes and toys, I was asking Santa to bring me a brother or sister. But despite this, my childhood was the best years of my life. I remember every detail of it vividly. As an only child, my imagination was set loose, free to wander and explore. My toys were my brothers and sisters, movies and television, and my guide.
Growing up in the late seventies and eighties, Star Wars was my world, its characters my heroes. Back then, we were spoiled as children with a wealth of entertainment to choose from. It was a glorious time of blockbuster movies and amazing television. A decade of fabled heroes and ghastly villains, fresh ideas, and new concepts. This decade was my playground and my inspiration still to this day.
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So why do I think these things are relevant to my story? Being an only child during this time gave me one thing, a fantastic imagination. This series of eight books was not spawned from some sudden lightbulb above the glorious head moment. They have been chiseled and created from my many years of watching, listening, wondering, thinking, learning and creating, dreaming and wishing.
So, was this my big dream I can feel you thinking. A young budding author on his way to the land of hopes and dreams, ready to take on the big bad world with just a notepad and pen? Have I always wanted to be an author? The answer to your question is no. And the truth is, I haven’t read a book since about the age of ten. Again, I can hear you asking how someone can write books if they don’t read books? Well, keep scrolling down to find out?
At about the age of eleven, my dad brought home an old-fashioned typewriter, the kind which makes your fingers bleed whilst typing. It was upon this typewriter I wrote my first attempt at a story, so the love of writing and creating has always been there. It was a cringeworthy tale of me rescuing various family members and friends from hordes of marauding zombies. Of course, in this story, my entire family and I had somehow moved to the good old USA, a yellow school bus being our only means of escape.
Hold on a second; I can hear you thinking after you finished laughing. If you were writing stories from such an early age, what happened? Why did you not know you were destined to become an author? Why did you not pursue it? My answer to this is simple. The rollercoaster, which is life happened.
My parents, who I adore with all my heart, sadly separated from one another. For a time, this left my mum and me without a home, forcing us to live with relatives for about a year. These were hard times. Money was scarce, and I missed a whole year of school as getting there from our various addresses became an impossible task. Having missed most of the first year of secondary school, going back was hard. School had always been difficult for me anyway, suffering from various learning difficulties, anxiety, and compulsive disorders.
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Back home and many menial jobs later, at about the age of twenty, I took myself off to the armed forces, The Queens Guard being my chosen regiment. This is it, I thought; my future is secure, as I convinced myself daily. But my head was still filled with dreams unfulfilled. The glistening lights of America still illuminate my thoughts.
After this came the birth of my beautiful daughter, the lights of America fading as I resumed my menial work as a security guard. It was at this point something inside of me snapped as my beautiful newborn baby girl looked upon me with utterly dependent eyes. I had to do right by her. I had to give her the world and everything in it. There must be more to life than this, I thought as my dreams were fading fast. But the birth of my daughter provided me with two things. A love that was unconditional and completely overwhelming. And a burning desire to succeed.
I went to work, starting various businesses as my mind raced with ideas. I began a catalog business, delivering door-to-door no matter what the conditions. After this, I started a cleaning company, cleaning toilets and various other nasty stuff. Then came my courier business, a shiny new van to match. It was during this time I was blessed with the birth of my two baby boys, those beautiful, loving eyes again encouraging me to do better.
Then came the big idea. A period of my life where I worked my fingers to the bone. I had invented a sports product that everybody loved. You are going to be filthy rich, I was informed upon a daily basis. With my head in the clouds, I took myself off to the great city of London with samples in hand as I attended various meetings that went exceedingly well. I had found a niece in the market, they informed me. Please, can we take these samples home for our children they asked?
It was at this point when the rollercoaster of life took a sharp turn and flung me from its perilous tracks. I was informed that various big-name brands would not permit the release of my product. The reasons too complicated to get into here. This devastated me, sending me into a spiraling depression. I was forty years old as I stood holding my shattered dreams in my hands. What was I to do now?
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More determined than ever now, I picked myself up and went back to work. But what was I to do? It was before Christmas, shortly after this, when I came upon something which would forever change my life. Shifting through the Christmas decorations in the attic, something heavy fell on my toe. After I had finished my rant, I looked down to see what it was. And there, nestled upon my foot, was the old typewriter given to me by my dad. I peered inside the old dusty bag which partially covered it, the memories of my childhood flooding back. And there, slotted neatly beside the old typewriter, was my epic tale of a zombie apocalypse.
I firmly believe that everything in life happens for a reason and that we are all guided in some mysterious way. Whether you choose to follow is entirely up to you. But I looked, and I followed. A path that has led me here. For when I gazed into that dusty old bag, a scared little boy with a typewriter looked right back at me with innocent eyes, his head filled with hopeful dreams and magical thoughts. He reminded me that creating was what I was born to do. Was he right? I guess you shall have to buy the books to find out.