Genre: Chick Lit
About GlarawenLocation: The Netherlands Home Region: Age:23 Website: http://www.livejournal.com/~_glarawen_ Favorite novels: How to Sleep with a Movie Star - Harry Potter - Pride & Prejudice - Wicked - The Food of Love Favorite writers: Jane Austen - Jonathan Safran Foer - Kristin Harmel - Marian Keyes - Gregory Maguire - Josie Lloyd and Emlyn Rees - J.K. Rowling Favorite music: Rufus Wainwright, Ingrid Michaelson, Winamp playlist Non-noveling interests: Acting - Chocolate - Coffee - Films - Music - Reading - Singing - Photography - Travelling |
Joined: October 4, 2004 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 0 NaNoWriMo buddies: 10
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Brief Author Bio: Born and bred in the Netherlands with a case of anglophilia but an unpronouncable name to all those not Dutch (and even sometimes to those who are). Able and loved to read from early age on. Always loved to write. Tried out NaNoWriMo after a friend from university promoted it. Has been hooked ever since and has made it to 50k every year succesfully. Never knows what to write and lets the characters lead the story. Usually ends up with chicklit, although the first ever NaNovel veered more towards psychological novel. Also translates for the site. |
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Synopsis: What Just Happened?
What to do when you find yourself with a six month old child when you have no idea who the father is? And what if your own background is as hazy and filled with questions about what really happened? This is the constant confusion 24 year old Tamara Fields is dealing with, while her best friend Michelle seems to have her life perfectly in order with a hot shot boyfriend who seems to adore her, much to Tamara's jealousy.
How do you deal with the cards life has given you when you had no clue you were given cards at all?
Excerpt: What Just Happened?
Chapter 1
For most people looking out of an airplane window is a sign of joy. Or of curiosity. Or even of fear, a focused stare at the trembling wing attached to the side of the plane, as if staring at it will prevent it from the dreaded breaking or tearing away from the plane. To Tamara Fields this was not the case. Although she stared out of the window like any other passenger on board of the plane, her staring was different. Most of the time, when people find themselves on board of an airplane, they are off to do something they look forward to. They will finally go on that holiday they have been planning for at least a year. Or they will be on board on their return from that holiday, which had been fun, but there really is no place like home. In a sense that flight back could be considered to be almost as exciting as the flight they first experienced. How did the plants do in their absence? Did the neighbors take good care of Mr. Pinky the cat?
Of course there are the business suits, who spend the entire flight rattling away on their laptops. Men and women who do this for a living. Who are on the red eye flights on a weekly basis. Perhaps to them the only excitement they feel is the victory of a job well done, or the nerves before an important meeting.
But Tamara looked down at the blanket of different shades of green and wished she could stay right there. On the plane. The houses and cars below got smaller and smaller as the airplane rose up higher into the sky, wisps of cloud at times obscuring her sight. As if she could see anything recognizable from this height. As if she could see the Christmas decorations. But when she closed her eyes, she could still see it all. Feel it all. Experience it all. Both worlds. Home. And the place she had just left.
But for how long can a person keep their eyes shut?
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