Genre: Mainstream Fiction
About RaggedyAnndyLocation: Madison, WI Home Region: Age:19 Website: http://raggedyanndy.livejournal.com Favorite novels: Lord of the Rings; Angels and Demons; The Dark is Rising; Harry Potter; The Hobbit; The Princess Bride; Speak; All-American Girl; Pride and Prejudice; Slaughter-House Five Favorite writers: J.R. R. Tolkien, J.K. Rowling, William Shakespeare, Jane Austen, Laurie Halse Anderson Favorite music: anything good Non-noveling interests: reading, music, theatre, internet, LiveJournal, singing, dancing, imagining, slash, activism, LGBT rights |
Joined: October 25, 2007 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 8 NaNoWriMo buddies: 1
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Brief Author Bio: Hey, I'm Kelsey. I'm a sophomore at UW-Madison studying Theatre, emphasis on Theatre for Youth. I'm not a big fan of long walks on the beach, mainly because in Wisconsin beaches are some of the coldest places to be in November. I love Bruce Springsteen, the TV show Lost, and fake news. Rachel Maddow is one of my heroes. I'm currently reading John Hodgman's The Areas of My Expertise, and it is brilliant and hilarious. I also like short stories - good ones, which basically means nothing that you're forced to read in any class. Except for "Interpreter of Maladies." I loved that, and the book of the same name - a collection of short stories by Jhumpa Lahiri (I think I spelled that right, but it's 3:30 in the morning and I'm not too worried) - was one of the books where once you finish it, you immediately want to read it again. |
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Synopsis: Five Times Bailey Fell in Love
A series of short scenes and vignettes from a young woman and her friends and lovers' lives. I'm pretty sure there's some sort of coherent story and character development, and if you squint, you can actually see a plot, too!
Excerpt: Five Times Bailey Fell in Love
"Are you flirting with me?" I ask coyly, cocking an eyebrow and tilting my head to the side.
"That depends," he says, grinning. "Is it working?"
"Quite well," I respond.
His grin gets wider. "Don't suppose you're free tonight?"
That is exactly what Kim had said. She was sitting on the washer, legs crossed, watching me transferring clothes from my washer to the dryer. "Don't suppose you're free tonight?" she had asked, then she laughed at me as I tripped over a shirt I had dropped.
"There is just one thing," I say. His face falls. "Is your name really Track?"
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