Genre: Science Fiction
About lilystrangeLocation: Boulder, Colorado, United States Home Region: Age:44 Website: http://www.lilystrange.com Favorite novels: Pretty much anything by the favorite writers Favorite writers: Ambrose Bierce, Stephen King, Shirley Jackson, H.P. Lovecraft, Edgar Allan Poe, Christina Rossetti Favorite music: It all depends on the mood, but often hard rock Non-noveling interests: Playing games |
Joined: March 26, 2009 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 1 NaNoWriMo buddies: 3
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Brief Author Bio: A million years ago (1992) when my marriage was breaking up I wrote a 2-dimensional novella about a lonely writer who agrees to collaborate with another author who turns out to be a 500+ year old vampire. I socked it away until around 2000 when I dug it out and gave a few people copies. I saw its two-dimensional nature and decided to edit it. It morphed and mushroomed into something very different, but it was to become even more different. |
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Synopsis: The Reve-Punks
On a dragon-filled one-way space flight, a young schlub with mild OCD stumbles across a dream-inducing drug which spurs him into conflict with an army led by a sadist. His only real allies are a couple of exiled zoological garden security guards, a sarcastic female techno-geek, and her condescending tone, which is fearsome enough to have a life of its own. During an adventure that he could not possibly have foreseen, he learns the value of friendship and that not everything is as it seems on the surface.
Excerpt: The Reve-Punks
Outside of the zoo’s inhabitants, as far as waste management technician Grade 7 Ulfr Vicar was concerned, Ajue 11 was now a desolate wasteland populated by mindless machines and brainwashed serfs which served a vapid and useless ruling class. On the Ajue 11 totem pole, Ulfr was a pile of Zalrus dung flopped at the base. He dwelt in the U-section of the Zone B apartments, right behind the walls of the alkali fields which broke down the feces of the animals living in the Hot-Tot Zoological gardens. Ulfr’s day consisted of cleaning up animal dung and garbage thrown around the enclosures by thoughtless humans and his evenings consisted of cleaning latrines.
Ulfr’s life was not one to envy. The beginning of his week was horrible because on Firstday he spent double time trying to make up for the shoddy job done by the lazy weekend crew. He couldn’t stand to see the floors of the enclosures left with careless dung smears, nor could he stand to see the latrines less than sparkling. The end of the week was horrible because most of his fellow sanitation techs were lazy bastards who wanted to cut out early on Fifthday.


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