Brief Author Bio:

Naneaux was born in the headliner's dressing room at the Folies Bergere and was promptly abandoned in a box of glitter. She was rescued and raised by show business gypsies, and quickly learned how to build campfires and pierce ears. But she soon wearied of her chores and longed to return to The Stage. For years, Naneaux clawed (and occasionally stabbed) her way out front to the footlights, eager to dazzle audiences with her interpretive clog dancing. Audiences remained distinctly undazzled until Naneaux introduced the act that earned her substantial jail time on both sides of the Atlantic, the infamous "Juggling the Puppies." From this moment on, her public reputation remained securely in the gutter while her bank balance soared. After fleecing several Wall Street scions of their entire fortunes with her notorious "rubber pre-nups", Naneaux (and her former attorney, now her 4th husband) flew west to Hollywood. There, after demonstrating her potential on every casting couch available, Naneaux shucked her spouse with a Mexican divorce faster than one can say "guacamole." But stardom was elusive. Years passed. Naked and bloated, Naneaux floated in every sugar daddy's swimming pool in L.A. until either he called the police or her ass wrinkled, whichever came first. Chlorine addiction was deemed responsible for her nightmarish descent into a life of binge swimming but it never explained her marathon karaoke sessions, and she ultimately sought help abroad. Now, nearing release from a four-year run in the Lounge of the Stockholm Institute for the Deranged, Naneaux has determined that the sole path of redemption, the only way back into the hearts, minds and colons of America and beyond is to pen a masterpiece during NaNoWriMo 2009. To this noble end, she plans to dedicate herself this November.