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Genre: Young Adult & Youth
About stetLocation: Lexington, KY, USA Home Region: Age:44 Favorite writers: Angela Thirkell, Ellis Peters, Rider Haggard, Patricia A. McKillip Favorite music: for writing, Clann an Drumma, Eiffel 65; otherwise, all early music, most classical, and lots of stuff from the 70's. Non-noveling interests: music, dollhouses, food, beadwork,needlework, other crafts, and sleeping |
Joined: October 3, 2004 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 35 NaNoWriMo buddies: 15
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Brief Author Bio: I'm a housewife with a degree in music history. I have two daughters. The eldest, a bright, quirky almost-thirteen-year-old with eclectic hobbies and a cynical sense of humor, is currently waiting for the aliens to come back for her. The younger is a throwback to her soccer-playing German ancestors amongst a family of couch potatoes, and is a creative writing major at the School for Creative and Performing Arts. I live with my True Love, a poet and theologian who is one of only three living people who cook better than I do. All four of us write, cook, do beadwork, and sing in the church choir. We have one very spoiled dog, a Boston Terrier named MacPherson's Seann Truibhas (Seann for short). |
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Synopsis: Return of the Latchkey Witches
In the sequel to last year's NaNo novel, Carrie and Amy Lynn encounter ghosts, fairies, voodoo practitioners, an enchanted organ, and a headless motorcyclist as they adjust to life with their sorceress mother and search for her missing grimoire.
Excerpt: Return of the Latchkey Witches
“Hey,” I said, remembering, “you said there was something outside, but I didn’t see anything.”
“I don’t see much,” Tricia admitted, slowly, “but during full moons, something is moving around out there.”
“Something? Like what?”
She shook her head. “I don’t know. I don’t know for sure. Shapes, kind of wispy shapes, like smoke or shadows. I think they have wings. The harder I look, the less I can focus on them. And most of the month I don’t see them at all. But the closer it gets to the full moon, the more I can see.”
“You think this has something to do with your father’s, uh, condition?” Carrie asked.
“I think so, yes. But Granny Fox has never seen anything, and she said her daughter, my grandmother Howell, didn’t either. I was hoping,” she turned to face me, “that one of you had seen them, too. Since you know about werefoxes and all, and your mother’s a witch.”
“I haven’t,” said Carrie. “I haven’t seen anything like that, full moon or not.”
“Yeah, and Carrie has definitely inherited Mom’s witchiness,” I added. “I haven’t seen anything like it, either, Tricia, but I bet it does have to do with being part werebeast. And,” I took a deep breath, “I think I know what you’re seeing.”
“What?” Carrie and Tricia asked.
I inhaled again before answering. “I know you’re going to think I’m stupid, but I really, really think you can see fairies.”
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