WithKeyLymes

Author bio:

I am... Valdete. I bid you welcome, Mister Reader, into my home. ;3

All dramatics aside, you can call me Vali. I'm eighteen-years-old, struggling to stay afloat with this whole 'living independently' thing, and occupying my uneventfully stagnant life with writing and writing and writing until I can't breathe anymore. Somehow I've managed to go three whole 'WriMos without a winner, but this year's going to be different. Planned from start to finish before the gates were even opened, OWL is shaping up to be the most epic novella my untrained hands have produced, and will also set the course for a follow-up (which will likely be my production of the year 2012).

Together with my lovely NaNo angel, Amiel, I will spend these next thirty days and nights of literary abandon stalking the dirty streets of San Francisco, every up-and-down, twist-and-turn, nook-and-cranny, finding places to filch maps, pile up antique reference materials such as books, and tuck away a child needing to escape from the outside world.

Hope to see you at the finish line! :D

For those of you curious about Amiel...

Amiel is truly a gentleman at heart, though some may take his vow of silence as rudeness at first, if they do not notice the way that he hangs onto their words powerfully, his brown, almond-shaped eyes intently focused on their's (it really is a bit intimidating sometimes; he has quite the way of making you write or speak the truth, he does). His silken, espresso-coloured hair is worn in a shaggy style, the ends about his ears flipping up and giving the impression of tiny wings atop his head. His skin is the colour of milk chocolate, and he sports large hands and wide feet, perfect for helping him scramble over ledges and climb walls without the help of those pesky wings (they're no good for such small tasks, you know). His wardrobe is elegant and flowy, though he tries to keep it from getting in the way of adventuring! (Though a tear or stain here and there only adds to the clothing of an adventurer, doesn't it?)

He gives me dirty looks whenever I make an exciting scene too uninteresting, since I have so little experience with them, but I can get him to hang on the edge of his seat with tears in his eyes if I manage to write something good enough for him...!