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Genre: Satire, Humor & Parody
About valcaponeLocation: Montreal Home Region: Age:30 Website: http://blackheartmagazine.com Favorite novels: Beautiful Losers, Lolita, Me Talk Pretty One Day, White Noise, Witch Baby, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit Favorite writers: Leonard Cohen, Vladimir Nabokov, David Sedaris, Douglas Adams, Francesca Lia Block, Jeanette Winterson Favorite music: anything in a foreign language or sans lyrics; I'm easily distracted Non-noveling interests: People have non-novelling interests? |
Joined: October 17, 2007 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 6 NaNoWriMo buddies: 8
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Brief Author Bio: Writer by day, writer by night. What you see is what you get... although I tend to change writing hats as the day progresses. For more details on this mysterious minx, check my writing website at http://buttontapper.com, my dirty magazine at http://blackheartmagazine.com, or just follow my every move like the stalker you are via http://twitter.com/originaloflaura! |
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Synopsis: World's Craziest Ninja
The World's Craziest Ninja actually indicates multiple ninjas... because the plural of "ninja" is still "ninja." Did I just blow your mind? Or was that the hand-grenade?
As you might have guessed, my book is about ninja(s). There's also some kind of plot against the government, which is the end-product of 8 years of George Dubya's insane policies. Satire or realistic depiction of the modern world? You decide!
Also, I must apologize to whomever made this lovely Anaïs Nin-Jitsu graphic, but I've forgotten where I found it. It really has next to nothing to do with my novel, but it made me laugh, hence its presence on my page.
Excerpt: World's Craziest Ninja
He holds out his hand again. I take it, and shake it as firmly as I can, under the circumstances.
“Don't Montrealers kiss?” I ask, pointing to my cheeks.
“Oh... yes, that's true,” he says, suddenly softening.
I stand up, and he leans into me. We each make fake kissing noises near each other's cheeks. I almost miss him entirely, but brush my lips against his flesh just before we pull away.
Maybe I'm imagining it, but I think I see a spark in his eyes as he give me a slight nod of the head, and then he is gone. To embrace his drop-dead gorgeous girlfriend, the banker. Blonde and perfect. Nothing at all like silly, stupid old me.
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