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Novel: Windrose Hall
Genre: Historical Fiction
36,081 words so far  

About catriona_m

Location: London

Home Region:
Europe :: England :: London

Age:33

Website: http://cm.dreamwidth.org/

Favorite novels: Vile Bodies, The Secret History, Cold Comfort Farm, The Last Family in England, The Romanitas Trilogy

Favorite writers: Playwrights: William Shakespeare, Christopher Marlowe, Thomas Middleton, Tom Stoppard; Poets: John Milton, George Herbert; Fiction: Neil Gaiman

Favorite music: Bach

Non-noveling interests: Reading, history, acting

Joined: November 2, 2009

This Year: Official Participant

NaNoWriMo History:
'03 '04 '07

NaNoWriMo posts: 8

NaNoWriMo buddies: 5

 

Synopsis: Windrose Hall

Windrose Hall is a young adult novel set in early seventeenth century England. Christopher (Kit) and Thomasine (Tom) are the children of a well-to-do but unconventional family living in Windrose Hall - a rambling Northamptonshire manor house. Cross-dressing, cross-tempered Tom longs to follow in her scientist uncle's footsteps; Kit is passionate about theatre and loves animals of all kinds... almost as much as he loves being the centre of attention.

Their comfortable lives are shattered when their parents die in a fire, and they lose the house and everything in it to their other uncle - a scheming Puritan. With Joan, their shy but resourceful housemaid, they set out to recover their lost inheritance, or find new lives amidst the stench and crowds of Shakespeare's London.

NOTE: This year I'm being a NanoRebel and finishing the second draft of my 2004 Nanonovel, in the hope of sending it out to publishers by the end of the year. The wordcount represents new writing done during November - the first draft was necessary to work out the plot, but appallingly badly written, so I'm not referring to it as I write the second draft.

Excerpt: Windrose Hall

What? Oh. I hadn’t noticed a farmhand come up behind me. “Yes?” I said.
“Begging your pardon... um... sir... but I just wanted to warn you that...” He frowned. “What happened to your hand?”
“My...? Oh, that hand. I wagered it on a cockfight a few years ago. Red Roarer didn’t turn out to be the dead cert I was led to believe. Did you want something?”
“A cockfight?” He backed away, as though merely being in my presence might persuade him to gamble away several of his favourite body parts.

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