Genre: Literary Fiction
About everstarrrLocation: East Lansing, Michigan Age:25 Favorite novels: Pale Fire, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, The Road, Hardboiled Wonderland and the End of the World, Fight Club, My Life in Heavy Metal, The Crying of Lot 49, Player Piano, Shogun, Hitchhiking with Buddha, Lord of the Flies, Brave New World, In Watermelon Sugar, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead, Snow Crash, Neuromancer Favorite writers: Neil Stephenson, Murakami, James Gleick, Steve Church, Steve Almond, David Foster Wallace, Dave Eggers, Vladimir Nabokov, Kurt Vonnegut Favorite music: Philip Glass's Metamorphosis. Non-noveling interests: Sailing, video games, gardening, crafting, singing, listening to music, reading, nerding out, playing with my cats |
Joined: October 25, 2006 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 5 NaNoWriMo buddies: 2
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Brief Author Bio: I enjoy makeouts, high fives, and challenging games of Tetris. No, seriously. I majored in creative writing with a background in marine and microbiology. After school, I wrote technical manuals for a major bioprocessing corporation for over a year until my contract ended, and now, I write professionally and implement new corporate language for a nationally known insurance company. I am a New Englander at heart, but I recently moved to the Midwest to live with my now-husband and our two cats, Luciren and Boomer—named for the fat puking zombies in L4D, not the Cylon in BSG. I enjoy a multitude of varied activities. I am an extraordinarily avid reader, follow politics with much enthusiasm, enjoy sarcasm and sci-fi television shows, cook with great zeal (and am self-publishing a cookbook later this year), SCUBA dive, sail, pretend to be a ninja, knit, garden, take and develop pictures, and generally feed my intense curiosity about the world around me. |
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Excerpt: Left and Leaving (working title)
The day Corey threw himself in front of the train, the first bombs hit the East Coast. He stuffed a cold, half-smoked cigarette back into his pocket, squinted at the subway schedule, and toed off the yellow line.
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