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Genre: Literary Fiction
About Tavia StewartLocation: Oakland Home Region: Age:29 Website: http://ywp.nanowrimo.org Favorite novels: On a Winter's Night a Traveler, Infinite Jest, Life of Pi, Middlesex, Broom of the System, People of Paper Favorite writers: Italo Calvino, Donald Barthelme, David Foster Wallace, Robert Coover . . . Favorite music: Explosions in the Sky, Mogwai, Ratatat, and my Ratatat Pandora station Non-noveling interests: Yoga, my cat, eating good food, writing short fiction and poetry, "maxing and relaxing," and daydreaming about intergalactic space travel |
Joined: November 30, 2007 This Year: Staff NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 15 NaNoWriMo buddies: 9
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Brief Author Bio: Tavia Stewart lives in Oakland, CA with her super-chef husband John and her dog-like cat Principal Pitters. She graduated from the University of Southern California with a degree in Creative Writing in 2003, and has been living in and loving the Bay Area basically ever since. Though she did enjoy her ten years working in the restaurant industry, she is very happy with her new career at the Office of Letters and Light. Her work has appeared in Smoke Long Quarterly. |
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My novel will be about memory. About the first ones, the ones you thought you could never forget, and about losing them all.
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Tavia is 31 years old. She is well dressed, or well put together. She has brushed her teeth. She is sitting on the bench like she knows exactly what she's doing and why. Like she belongs there. That is what she looks like. She has makeup on, and has done her hair.
Tavia heard on the radio two years ago that you can't lose just some of of your memory. That if you couldn't remember your own name, or where you lived, you would also have forgotten how to tie your shoe.
Tavia can still tie her shoe, but has no idea where her house is.
Tavia Stewart sits on a park bench in the middle of Golden Gate Park. It is dusk. She is remembering her life. She has forgotten her name. She pulls out a note from her jacket pocket. The note she pulls out of her pocket says, "My Name is Tavia Stewart."
She reads the note once, and then again. She can't believe it.
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