Genre: Chick Lit
About tomdgLocation: Leamington, Warwickshire, UK Home Region: Age:38 Website: http://tomdgcreates.blogspot.com Favorite novels: One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich Favorite writers: Contemporary chic lit. Vintage crime novels: Raymond Chandler, Agatha Christie etc. Also JKR, Jane Austin, and my dad! Non-noveling interests: Mountains, music, people, food, cooking, Jesus (last but not least). |
Joined: November 17, 2004 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 44 NaNoWriMo buddies: 19
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Synopsis: Cannot Reproduce
Software devloper Charlie Anderson is the only woman in her team, and in three jobs, has only ever been the only woman. This suits her just fine; all she wants is to be respected for the work she does, and that's something she's never found hard to achieve.
But things start to change when the company hires Sophie. Petite, attractive, and feminine, she is everything Charlie is not, and before long, Sophie's aloofness towards her and constant flirting with the rest of the team are making even Charlie's patience wear thin. To make things worse, the outsourcing of their QA department leads to the departure of Charlie's one close female friend at work, and the man at the new outside agency seems to want to start a personal vendetta with her (when he's not dreaming of being a rock star).
Throw in a string of underwhelming relationships, nights out with the girls, an office indiscretion and maybe even a kitchen sink, and I ought to have no trouble coming up with 50,000 words. But will November come to an end before Charlie manages to find a relationship that survives its second week? Is it possible to write software for a living and nonetheless find love? And does anyone care?
Cannot Reproduce is the author's first attempt at writing chic lit, and hopefully also his last.
Excerpt: Cannot Reproduce
Men At Work
Charlie Anderson stared at the computer screen for a few moments more, then closed her eyes, crossed her slender fingers, and clicked the mouse.
‘Come on, come on,’ she said to herself, listening to the churning of the computer’s hard disk. When she opened her eyes, the familiar sight of the front end of the company’s database system appeared before her. Quickly she navigated her way through the menu system until a grid full of data appeared on the screen, surrounded by buttons and textboxes. She gingerly dragged a file onto the grid and sat back and waited. Blue smoke did not pour out of the back of the computer; the fire alarm did not go off, and the roof did not collapse. After a second, the numbers on the screen changed were replaced by new numbers. Against all the odds, her code had actually worked.
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