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jonathanulrich
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About jonathanulrich

Location: Saipan, MP

Age:29

Website: www.myspace.com/johnnymusicseed

Favorite novels: Pillars of the Earth, by Ken Follet, Life of Pi, Greatest Salesman in the World, the Bible,

Favorite writers: Ken Follet, Yann Martel, Dave Matthews, God, Sophie Mindach,

Favorite music: Dave Matthews Band, Classical, JAZZ, Johnnymusicseed, John Ulrich Band

Non-noveling interests: I am a musician/artist, videographer, 5th grade teacher, snorkler, vollyball player, philosopher, poet, songwriter, tv producer, novelist, brewer, and life-long learner

Joined: October 6, 2009

This Year: Official Participant

NaNoWriMo History:
'08

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Brief Author Bio:

My name is John Ulrich. Since moving to this tropical island called "Saipan" it has been my goal to begin writing an epic novel of 1000 pages. I am having troubles with the process and figure a good remedy will be forcing myself to write quantity over a months period.
I am originally from Montana and have taught in Idaho, Washington, Oregon, and Saipian. I want to create my own brewing company called, "Happy Ending Brewery" and I want to be a beach bum with money. Hence the novel idea.

Synopsis:

A starving artist who hits the road and learns many things and has many adventures. Most importantly in being lost he finds himself.

Excerpt:

Dave leapt from the stage directly into the crowed of thousands of adoring fans. He quickly realized the mistake he made. Eager fingers began pulling and ripping his clothing while others pushed him on the crowd of surf. Then his wallet was ripped from his jeans. He didn't think this through. He felt someone punch him in the kidney it hurt. The surf had washed him to the stage left and he began to panic as he realized he was farther away from the stage and the bodyguards heads were drowning behind the faces like a scubadiver in water. He began to flail his hands and scream, "Let me down! For Jesus Christ Let me down!" The crowed began ravishing his body. He felt like a tied cow in a swarm of African Army Ants. His shit was strangling him. He began to feel dizzy. Just then the surf parted and the adorning fans allowed him to sink into the velumptious breasts of his future wife Amber.

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