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About nowhereistheplacetobeLocation: PA. Home Region: Age:20 Favorite novels: Harry Potter. The Chronicles of Narnia. Sherlock Holmes novels make me giddy. Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer. Anything by F. Scott Fitzgerald. Anything by Kurt Vonnegut. Anything by Ray Bradbury. Anything by Isaac Asimov. A Small Place by Jamaica Kincaid. A few of the classics, like The Great Gatsby, Frankenstein, Macbeth, Hamlet, Beowulf, etc. I like a few mangas too, especially Black Cat, Yu-Gi-Oh!, and Legal Drug. The last one is purely guilty pleasure XD Favorite writers: In terms of writing style: JK Rowling, Ray Bradbury, Kurt Vonnegut, F. Scott Fitzgerald, C.S. Lewis. In terms of character creation: JK Rowling, Stephenie Meyer, Arthur Conan Doyle, C.S. Lewis. In terms of plot: JK Rowling, Arthur Conan Doyle, C.S. Lewis, Isaac Asimov, F. Scott Fitzgerald. Favorite music: Favorite music ever: The Beatles, Led Zeppelin, Queen, Nickel Creek, Ben Kweller, Indigo Girls, Bob Dylan, The Fratellis, The Hoosiers, The Smiths. Other awesome music: The Rolling Stones, Supertramp, the Travelling Wilburys, Cream, Elvis, Buddy Holly, Cascada, Coldplay (mostly Viva la Vida), Billy Joel, Elton John, David Bowie, Jimi Hendrix, The Beach Boys, DIck Dale. . . probably more that I can't think of. Favorite music for writing: right now, it's Bob Dylan and Cat Stevens. It'll change, though. Nickel Creek usually gets me in a writing mood, as does Fleetwood Mac. Ben Kweller can definitely do the trick sometimes. Absolutely no Beatles are allowed on my writing playlists, though, or I'll get distracted, and start wanting to write about them instead. Non-noveling interests: I like history a little. . . okay, a lot. Especially Roman and 20th Century American history. Especially the Caesars and the 60's. Especially Augustus, Caligula, the Kennedies, and the Beatles. Other than that. . . I have a formidable music collection that spans more genres than I ever thought existed (Yeah wizard rock and folk metal! Woo!), and have a more-than-decent interest in fashion. I definitely love baking too :) |
Joined: Oktober 21, 2008 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 18 NaNoWriMo buddies: 5
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Excerpt: The Bearded Lady or John Bellamy's Traveling Oddities
There was a man standing in the corner, grinning at nothing like he wanted to be bothered.
Maggie looked back at the picture, leaning in and squinting to read the type at the bottom. Gillian Gardner, age 25. 1920. Known around the world as the Bearded Lady, Gillian traveled with Agni Mehta's Carnival of Lights from age 17 to her death in 1929.
"Beautiful, isn't she?" The man from the corner leaned around the portrait.
"Oh." Maggie jumped. She tried to imagine the woman without the bushy beard growing past her shoulders. "Um."
"Everyone thought so," he continued as if he hadn't asked her a question. He leaned over the partition like he was speaking to the painting. "She was captivating."
"How did she die?" Maggie was more distracted by the look of pure bliss in his eyes.
"Childbirth," he answered, laughing. It seemed an inappropriate response and made Maggie just a little wary of the overly-friendly stranger.
"Oh."
"Her fourth. Child, not death," he added as if there was dire need for clarification. "Now I know what you're thinking; who would want to marry a woman with a beard?"
In truth, she had been wondering, but never would have asked.
"Well, I'll tell you. The Strong Man. David Butler. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. But of course I said none of us could. I was no more than a pipsqueak, and I wanted to marry her."
There was a rustle behind the curtain he had come out of, then a thud and a giggle. Maggie took advantage of his momentary distraction to look around. She was the only one left in the hall, and the sound was dying down outside, too. She whipped around as he started speaking again.
"There have been a few that tried to be like her, but no one has even come close. No one else could break an audience's heart like she could." He said it with a shocking sincerity, given his seemingly-outrageous disposition.
A head poked out from behind the curtain - a young, tanned man with messy hair pinned back and face dripping with sweat. "Boss? Oh, sorry." He disappeared behind the curtain again.
"No, it's alright. You can start breaking it down." He turned back to Maggie, a jaunty smile on his lips. "Stay as long as you want. We don't have to leave 'til past midnight."
He laughed again, and she realized who he was, even more handsome and radiant without the spotlights.
"Thank you, Mr. Bellamy. I won't be long."
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