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Genre: Literary Fiction
About burningviolasLocation: Bucks County, Pennsylvania Home Region: Age:20 Favorite music: RENT soundtrack, Wilco, Dave Matthews Band, Interpol, Ben Folds, Sigur Ros, Radiohead, Aphex Twin, Boards of Canada, Jon Hopkins Non-noveling interests: biology, chemistry, environmental science, mathematics, bioinformatics, graphic design, performing arts |
Joined: Octubre 22, 2006 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 55 NaNoWriMo buddies: 6
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Brief Author Bio: In a movie of my life, Rosario Dawson would play me. In a movie of my novel, Idina Menzel would play Maureen (hmm, wonder where i got that idea..) and Anton Yelchin would play Scott. But I haven't decided who would play Reuben.. Michael Cera, maybe? |
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Synopsis: Cliffs
Maureen Swift's days of glory are long over. Once a promising student at a large public high school, she now struggles to keep up during her second year at the local community college. Her old acquaintance Scott Wechsler, now a senior at the same high school, is headed straight for a high-powered career as a biochemist, with a stint at an Ivy League college simply a launchpad. Fate, with a little help from Maureen, brings them back together. Maureen's old passion flares up- passion for being the very best, but more importantly, better than everyone else. Amidst the quickly-rising fervor of ruthless competition, the only stabilizing force is Reuben Feinstein, Scott's modest, well-mannered best friend- who may harbor the most intense ambition of all.
Excerpt: Cliffs
I rounded the corner to the flight of stairs down from the cafeteria to the outside. I had the railing for an instant but then some flippy haired baby face headed up and stunned my face but not my feet so that in a split instant, he was above me smirking, you ok? ...and then leaving. Kind of odd how the pain hit me right away, reverberating from my shin. Shit. Such a twisted gaze with such dark eyes should have withheld it a bit, but my net had long been too wide; too much absorption of random stimuli opened AK fire on my film, a kind of web like thing that was all tangled up in fruit flies. Too bad this one hadn’t flown straight through a gaping hole left by something bigger, because now I had four minutes to get to class and blood was soaking through my socks. Damn. They were my pink fuzzy socks, too.
