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Genre: Religious, Spiritual & New Age
About SusanneBLocation: San Diego County Home Region: Age:43 Website: http://meditativemeanderings.blogspot.com Favorite novels: Pride and Prejudice, Jane Eyre, Thirteenth Tale, Wives and Daughters Favorite writers: Austen, Shakespeare, Milton, Elizabeth Gaskell, Lucy Maud Montgomery, Anne Lamott, Kathleen Norris Favorite music: Big Band, Billie Holliday, Frank Sinatra Non-noveling interests: blogging, gardening, reading, teaching, writing poetry and nonfiction |
Joined: November 3, 2008 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 1 NaNoWriMo buddies: 4
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Brief Author Bio: I am 43, a wife of 24 years and home schooling mother of 4 (dd 17, ds 14, ds 12, ds 9). I have a Master of Arts in English (medieval lit and poetry) and had my dream job for several years: instructor at a small liberal arts college on the California coastline. I've published a few poems here and there and co-edited a collection of essays by a Harvard scholar of medieval lit as a graduate assistant. I am a catholic (small-"c") Christian who has been attending an evangelical church for over sixteen years and a Reformed Episcopal church for weekday Mass for five years. I write nonfiction usually -- the book I'm working on now is centered on how evangelicals can benefit from the practice of liturgical modes of worship. This will be my first novel; I wrote the first half during NaNoWriMo 2008. |
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Synopsis: The Pilgrim Pathway
The Pilgrim Pathway is a religious work in fictional form describing one woman's interior change from an evangelical outlook to a small "c" catholic view of Christianity.
Dr. Rebecca Phillips is a tenured English professor at a small Christian college in San Diego. Living alone in La Mesa, she is quite set in her ways. She knows what she believes and is absolutely content with her life. And then a set of circumstances occur that end up rocking her world in almost every way.
Excerpt: The Pilgrim Pathway
CHAPTER ONE
Rebecca thumbed through the stack of essays on her desk. About thirty-five to grade. She paused, then placed the stack in a manila folder and shoved the folder into her brown leather satchel beside her laptop. She grabbed a couple of red pens and threw them into her bag as well. As she placed the satchel over her right arm, she moved around her wide desk and, pausing to close the opaque curtains against the streaming sunshine and ocean view, she headed out her office door.
“Dr. Phillips?”
She turned, keys in her hand, to the student suddenly standing at her elbow. How did he get there? They always seemed to pop into her world that way. With no warning. But they were always there.
“Yes?” There was no way she could possibly remember his name. It was only the second week of the fall semester and she didn't have the names down of her seminar students, much less students in her general education lit class. She had no idea in which class he was in, if any.
“Dr. Phillips, I wanted to crash your Advanced Comp class. I know it's full, but I'm a senior and I really, really need it this semester in order to graduate. Can you fit me in?”
She looked more closely at the student. Did she know him? He seemed vaguely familiar with his shoulder-length surfer curls pulled back from his face by a pair of expensive sunglasses. If he was a senior English major, then he must have been in her classes before now. Dan? David? She couldn't place him.
“Sure. I'll make room for you. Where's your ad/drop slip?”
He pushed the blue paper into her hands. She bent down and, against her knee, she scribbled her signature. She glanced up at the name across the top of the slip: Dustin Moore. She at least had the “D” right.
“There you are, Dustin. Show it to me at the beginning of class Wednesday so I can get your name on my roll. You know how I am....” Her voice trailed off.
He flashed her a quick smile and nodded, relief flooding his face. “Thanks so much, Dr. P. You're the best.” He turned away and jogged across the lawn, his red backpack bouncing on his back.
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