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About Jay DeBarLocation: Bay View, Wisconsin USA Home Region: Age:54 Favorite novels: Jane Eyre Favorite writers: Agatha Christie Favorite music: Nothing for writing, but I do listen to the songs in my head. I tried listening to piano songs, but it made me sleepy. Tango music really doesn't work. Non-noveling interests: Travel, Argentine Tango, Fabric Art, Language, Cooking, Jewelry, Comparative Anthrpology |
Joined: October 27, 2009 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 18 NaNoWriMo buddies: 0
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Brief Author Bio: I’m Jay DeBar. I’m unemployed for the last 20 months, married for 25 years (to the same man,) live in a high rise condo on Lake Michigan, recently returned from a trip to Italy, love to cook, and my newest passion is the Argentine Tango. I have a BA and MBA. Much of my career includes grant writing. When I did group writing work toward my MBA found out that I was a better writer than others. This project is prefect challenge for me. I’ve been told my writing is worthy of publishing, but I’ve never been sincere about writing. (You know, writers write.) I’m a terrific procrastinator and I don’t finish projects. I don’t meet deadlines. My word processing skills suck. Yet I have a story I want to tell. And I don’t know how it will turn out. I will spend hours trying not to edit. |
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Synopsis: My Pagan Baby is Dead
Did you ever read a newspaper article about a missing person? The next report is the body is found in a swamp. A few days later it turns out to be someone you’ve known. Pretty creepy.
It happened to me and the body belonged to someone who was part of a turning point in my life. This novel is the fictionalized account of the path not taken. Its part romance, part growing up, personal history and mystery. How the novel will evolve is uncertain. But I know the incident has haunted me.
Excerpt: My Pagan Baby is Dead
Somehow that death had entered my soul. It touched me in a disquieting way to know that a man who was my first lover and touched my body in a way that no one ever did before was found in a marsh, rotting for three days. Sure, it’d was more than 30 years ago but this upsetting feeling enter through my vagina and crawled into my soul and rolled around.
