Brief Author Bio:

My name is Andrea and I live on the east coast of virginia and I love to spend a lot of time sewing or hanging out with my boyfriend. I love pink, kawaii, and I Love Lucy.

This is my third year of participating in NANOWRIMO. Although I had known about NANOWRIMO and had been signed up for several years before participating (I was signed up under another name that I can't remember).
In 2007 on October 31rst I was checking my email and saw one from NANOWRIMO. This reminded me of the event and I decided right then that I was going to participate. So the next day I started writing without any clue as to what I was going to write about and I finished out the month with 50,700 words. I had so much fun that year!
Last year I was unable to reach the 50,000 word goal but have been looking forward to trying again this year.

~NaNoWrimo 2007~

Finding The Magic (FANTASY)

Synopsis:

Snow has lived in the waverly kingdom her entire life. She lives in the Enchanted Forest with her Mother and Sister. She also goes to live with her father in the city outside of the kingdom. She has a great life and a best friend named Morgana, who happens to be a fuzzy black cat. Morgana is head strong and determined and she leads Snow into trouble that will changer her life forever. The Kingdom is under great termoil because of a terrible king. Can Snow do anything to stop the king from destroying his own kingdom? Join Snow on an unforgettable journey to find her place in the world and to learn where real magic really comes from.

Excerpt (From the LAST page):
“Let me have your hands,” I said as he put his hands in mine. “Now concentrate very hard. Concentrate on what you want. We want to get out of here.” I squeezed my eyes shut and began to hum.
Anthony joined in. The flames rushed closer and closer to us like a lethal wave, crushing everything in its path.
I had to find the magic that was in me, the magic that was strong enough to conquer anything that came my way. We had to survive. We had to live.
Words began pouring out of my mouth. They were strong. Anthony began to join in and I felt a rush of strength pour over me. Suddenly I felt cooler and empowered. My mind was only focused on the words, the words that came within me.
Then exhaustion overcame me once more and I fell backwards, Anthony following me. He lay on top of me, choking and gasping for air. Still I felt different. It wasn’t hot anymore. I opened my eyes and as the earth spun in front of me I began to cry, but joyfully.
“Look Anthony,” I said. “We made it.”
He slowly opened his eyes. In front of us, below the hill we were lying on, was the kingdom. The palace was sitting in the middle of flames, all four of the forest being encompassed. Anthony fell over onto his back and cried.
I heard yelling and then a hand on my forehead. I looked up and saw Mother and Father standing over us. Mother cried and grabbed onto me, kissing my face.
“How did you get here?” Father asked. “It’s impossible.”
“Nothing is impossible,” I choked out.
We all held onto each other and looked out at the horrific site.
“Our home,” Mother whispered in tears.
I knew right then that my life had changed in so many ways. I was thankful that I would have the chance to live on, but heart broken for all those who were not as lucky as my family and I.
I realized that you can’t let one day pass you by without loving someone, without helping someone, without learning as much as you can.
I laid my head back down on the cool green grass and slid my hand into Anthony’s.

NanoWrimo 2008

Excerpt from the First page:

It was ironic to me that the real story started here. At the time it did not seem like a beginning. In fact it was the end, the end of someone great.
I stepped through the wide door way located in the back of an old Baptist church. The sanctuary was filled with people, old and young. A large ceiling towered above me, the craftsmanship was beautiful, large wooden beams crisscrossed each other. To the front of the room was a large, cherry wood podium with a cross carved into the front. In front of the podium was a white, wooden casket with an American flag draped over the top.
Less than one year ago a close friend of mine, Charlie, left on a deployment for the war. I stared over at the casket; this is how he returned home. World War two had claimed the life of a brave soldier and a wonderful man.
Tears began to slide down my cheeks when I thought of the days of our childhood, running through the school yard, hide and seek at my parents house, dances, and church events. I had known him a long time. Nineteen was too young of an age for him to die.
“Lucy,” I heard someone call my name. I scanned my eyes around the crowd and saw a hand waving to me from one of the pews to the left of me. It was, Daniel, my best friend and the guy I was going steady with. He was eighteen, two years older than me, he was tall and muscular. He had sandy blonde hair that fell down to his ears and dark green eyes.
I scooted through the crowd and over to the pew where he was sitting. He was sitting in the middle of the pew so I had to squeeze past several people’s knees, saying excuse me to everyone I bumped into, which was all of them. Pews are not exactly spread far apart from each other.
When I sat down Daniel put his arm around me a squeezed my shoulder. “You okay?”
I turned and looked at him. He brushed a tear off my cheek with his rough finger. “I’ll be all right.”
Daniel and Charlie had been close friends as well although Daniel had not known Charlie as long as I had. Daniel had moved to our small town five years ago, in 1940.