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Genre: Science Fiction
About DesertDivaLocation: Phoenix, Arizona, USA Home Region: Favorite novels: "Kim" by Rudyard Kipling, "Pride and Prejudice" by Jane Austen, "Ender's Game" by Orson Scott Card, anything by Lois McMaster Bujold (but especially "Memory" and "The Curse of Chalion",) "Alas, Babylon" by Pat Frank, Wen Spencer's Ukiah Oregon books... Favorite writers: Jane Austen, Lois McMaster Bujold, Wen Spencer, Andre Norton, Agatha Christie, JA Jance, Tony Campolo, CS Lewis, Dorothy Sayers... Favorite music: birdsong, cat meows and refrigerator humming Non-noveling interests: Theology, READING, Gardening, READING, hiking, READING, singing, READING, cooking, READING, crafts, READING, watching the History channel, READING, watching the Science channel, READING |
Joined: October 5, 2008 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 2 NaNoWriMo buddies: 2
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Synopsis: Raising the Ibis
Jayda is the last space-faring member of a once prominent family in the asteroid belt. Her little ship, the Mason Wasp, is half sentient; her best friend and truest comrade.
The duo is hired by a mysterious Asian woman to salvage a passenger liner lost in the asteroid belt some 25 years earlier. Dazzled by her beauty and personal charm, Jayda fails to ask--why has it never been salvaged before?
In the ensuing adventure, Jayda learns about depending on others, her own sexuality, the nature of truth, the enemies who destroyed her family, and the importance of friends.
Excerpt: Raising the Ibis
Jayda clutched at her hero’s warm sturdy thigh, her sword and shield close at hand. The man beamed as he gazed appreciatively down at her lightly-clad figure, and gestured widely with his own sword, nearly taking off an inch of her nose as she ducked.
“You don’t understand the symbolism, my dear,” he proclaimed in a bass voice that should have been attractive, but was somehow jarring.
“I do understand,” she said, “but I still should be on my feet guarding your back, not hindering your movement by clinging to your leg…”
The gentle chime in the background changed to a low foghorn groan, and Jayda struggled out of the depths of her dream, still mentally arguing with her ditsy hero.
“Are you awake, oh scourge of the barbarian universe?”
“Oh, shut up, Clance.” Automatically she queried her antiquated, but still functional, implant. “Why did you wake me 3 hours early?’
The ship AI responded airily. “Business, chiquita.”
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