Genre: Mainstream Fiction
About vanillagrrlLocation: Boulder, Colorado, USA Home Region: Age:46 Website: http://travelsinmybackyard.blogspot.com Favorite writers: T.C. Boyle, Michael Connelly, Ian Rankin, Jodi Picoult, Ann Patchett, Ann Packer, Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni, William Shakespeare, Laura Ingalls Wilder, Deborah Crombie, Steven Wright, Mitch Hedberg, and more ... Favorite music: Gomez, Zero 7, Sia, Beck, The Beatles, Neil Finn, Los Aterciopelados, Los Lobos, Miracle Legion, and many, many more. Non-noveling interests: Film, cooking, reading, writing other things, redesigning the world |
Joined: October 15, 2006 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 23 NaNoWriMo buddies: 0
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Brief Author Bio: This is my fourth year participating in NaNoWriMo. I won the first year. I write fiction and memoir, and would like one day to try writing narrative nonfiction, heavily researched, as-if-you'd-been-there nonfiction. |
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Synopsis: Stand-Up
Lydia Ann has been saving for months to buy a beautiful scooter that she will use to escape her abusive husband, although she is loathe to leave her new ally in town, the one who is helping her to plot her exit. She stops after several days of travel in a Florida beach town and finds a sealed-up house with a key under a mat. She enjoys several days of respite there but suffers a serious setback when she locks herself out of the house: no key, her carefully constructed escape kit and all her worldly possessions inside some stranger's vacation house. Also locked in is her scooter, parked in the beach house garage. She tries to break into the house but fails, concluding that she will literally have to live by her wits alone, surviving the next month living with no home and no resources.
Excerpt: Stand-Up
She hadn't worked out her plan until Pete Thornton said she could use the grocery store garage if she needed an extra, private place for anything at all. Then Lydia felt aided, given a sign, even dared to do more. After Pete had made his offer, no strings attached, he said and for once she believed it, she felt she wanted to prove to him she could be creative and resourceful. She wanted to reassure him that she was as good as he believed: responsible enough to know what to do to keep herself safe. Someone was finally on her side, she felt, unlike all the guys who'd whispered sweet words while doing an entirely different deed as their “proof” that they loved her. She wondered if she had been right to expect or even hope for any romance in her life ever, until she let a few conversations with Pete at the store run a little longer than her usual minute limit. Pete practically giggled when she talked; her speaking seemed to tickle his ears. She saw the way he lit up when she said anything at all to him. If she'd been more confident, she might have thought he'd had a long-time crush on her, but that had never occurred to her.


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