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Genre: Literary Fiction
About CarrejoLocation: Terre Haute Home Region: Age:19 Website: http://www.livejournal.com/users/pixi_drops Favorite novels: There are way too many to count... Favorite writers: Francesca Lia Block, Mercedes Lackey, Marion Zimmer Bradley, Stephen King, pretty much anything Favorite music: Depends really. almost anything will do Non-noveling interests: Reading, AOII, hanging out with friends, the boyfriend, Homework... sadly, Work ... also sadly, |
Joined: octobre 4, 2005 This Year: Municipal Liaison NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 23 NaNoWriMo buddies: 13
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Brief Author Bio: So I'm in college and I'm pretty much a Freshman again although technically I'm a sophomore... even the damn credits say so. Which is awesome. I have next to NO free time, which sucks. I work a lot, some weeks, have class a lot, most weeks, and try to find time to spend with my boyfriend, which is hard as hell. Other than that I'm not really normal, but I pretend well. I clearly like writing, but I'm way to ADHD to finish... hopefully this year... well... except for the years I did win-ish. I got the words...and never really submitted. I did win though, just didn't officially. If that makes any sense. Because I am space, like whoa. |
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Synopsis: Not Yet Available
So, as odd as it might seem, my novel is about sisterhood. Not the type your born into, but the type you make. The type that hardships, love, and working together makes. It's the type of thing that forms when your not thinking about it and lasts forever, even when your hoping it will end. For three girls, that sisterhood is what helped them work through everything life could throw at them. And yes, it does sound rather lame.
Excerpt: Not Yet Available
“Is this coffee decaf?” Jo asked.
The sun hadn’t risen yet, the world outside the kitchen window was still dark. It looked peaceful and cold and just still. The swings moved slightly. A couple of leaves drifted down from one of the trees. In other words, it was early and the only reason worth being up, besides the whole having to be up thing, was the coffee. And something about the coffee was not tasting right to Jo. Sierra was giving her a funny look, and Kim was staring rather confusedly at the world. It was a little too early for her mind to be working.
“Seriously guys, is this decaf? This tastes like decaf.” Jo said.
“You can’t taste the difference between decaf and caffeinated Jo,” Sierra said.
“You so can.”
“Caffeine has no real taste. It just doesn’t. It’s tasteless. That’s the whole point. It doesn’t taste and it makes you hyper.”
“No. You can taste it. It’s the warm taste of life.”
“Your making shit up again.”
“Am not? I’m telling the truths society has long denied.”
“You couldn’t tell the difference between decaf and caffeinated. You can’t.”
“So your saying this is decaf?”
“Yes, fine. Whatever. It might be.”
“Damnit Sierra! What's the point of drinking decaf coffee? It's like drinking non-alcoholic beer."
“You are retarded. A lot of retarded, and it is early. Drink the damn coffee.”
“It’s not coffee god damnit! And if I don’t’ get real coffee soon, you won’t like it.”
“All the caffeine isn’t good for you. Your heart is going to explode or something, and then we actually will be outnumbered!”
"Give me back the coffee, and I will allow you to continue to breathe”
Sierra rolled her eyes, “Lovely. Absolutely lovely. You are insane. Completely certifiable.”
“And you agreed to live with me. Give me the damn coffee.”
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