Wednesday, July 20, 2022



The Magic Closet  

                     

What do butterflies, bunnies, horses, hummingbirds, a purple monkey, magic, and one curious girl  have in common? 

    Give up?   


  

 They are all in my next children’s book called  The Magic Closet  due out this year. 



The illustration above is by my new illustrator, 

Becky Padilla. 

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The above illustration is a sample of the  colorful illustrations she has been working on for my new book.


 The Magic Closet will be my fourth book in the Meggeriffic series. Fourth book!!!  I can’t believe it. 

Meghann would be hysterically laughing if she was here to see these books in print. 



The Magic Closet is a Meggeriffic story about an adventurous girl, Meghann. She is forbidden by her mom to not play in her Nana’s room. Do you think this stops Meghann?  Meghann’s curiosity gets the best of her.  While Nana is watching TV. Meghann sneaks into Nana's room and stumbles upon something magical. Follow Meghann on an adventure with some new friends.



Here is a little sample of my next book. 

            

                     The Magic Closet

I wheeled into the living room to check on Nana. She was sitting on the edge of her chair like she was ready to jump into the television and join the game. “I’m going to my room to do homework,” I yelled over the television. The volume on the TV was always so loud when Nana was watching.  I never knew if it was because she couldn’t hear very well or if because she needed help tuning everything else out, including me. 

“Okay, Meghann,” Nana said, barely acknowledging me.

Yup, I had plenty of time. 

I made my way down the hall to Nana’s room and quietly turned the door knob.  Her bedroom window was cracked slightly, letting the cold winter air slip through. The smell hit me first - stale cigarettes mixed with air freshener.  I had bad news for Nana - nothing she did could hide that smell from Mom. 

A breeze from the open window made me shiver and I rubbed my hands together to warm up my fingers. The room was filled with stacks of books and movies.  I made my way through the maze, being careful not to knock anything over with my wheelchair.  I searched the top of her dresser where a few pictures of me and my cousins were scattered about. Nana did not have much jewelry. She wore the same plain gold chain and small hoop earring, so I was surprised to spot the shiny bracelet on the dresser.  

As I reached for the bracelet, Nana screamed at the television.  I jumped and the bracelet dropped from my cold fingers.  It hit my wheel, flopping onto the rug by the closet door. 

“Oh, blubberbuster,” I mumbled.  I spun my wheelchair around, trying to get closer to reach the bracelet on the floor.  It took me a couple of tries to pick it up.  

Honestly, I have enough problems with my hands working without being cold.  See, I was born with cerebral palsy. That’s why I have to use a wheelchair.  I cannot walk and sometimes my hands refuse to do what I want them to do.  Of course, having cerebral palsy hasn’t stopped me from doing anything I want to do. Mom calls me nosy, but I say I’m curious. 

Anyway, when I bent over my wheel, a light from under the closet door caught my eye. The longer I looked at it, the brighter it became.  Soft music crept from the closet.  I could still hear the faint sound of the basketball game and Nana yelling at her team but it seemed further away.  I wheeled closer to the closet, leaning in toward it.  Were my eyes and ears playing tricks on me? 



I hope you enjoyed a little sample of my next book The Magic Closet.

All of my books are available on Amazon. Look for them by typing Meggeriffic 

in the search engine.


amazon.com/author/jillmaglioryan

                                    A little about how The Magic Closet was written. 

In the picture below is my grandmother, Irene with Meghann. 

My grandmother was my inspiration to write this book.

She had a deep closet with a slanted ceiling 
filled with shoes and clothes.was never able
to see the back of the closet until she passed
away, and I crawled back there to retrieve all 
her shoes.
I blame her for my sister and my love
for shoes, clothes, and accessories.







                 Time DOES NOT heal all wounds. It does not make it less painful
               when you miss someone. 

                           Spreading kindness and raising awareness through my books 
                           helps a little. 
                           Don't forget to take the time in this busy world kiss and
                           hug your loved ones. I am glad I did. 





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