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The Subdefective
Novel: The Guardian
Genre: Satire, Humor & Parody
36,003 words so far  

About The Subdefective

Location: Cleburne, TX

Home Region:
USA :: Texas :: Dallas/Ft. Worth

Age:20

Website: www.amazon.com/shops/cbsonline

Favorite novels: The Secret Garden, Thirteen Reasons Why, The Anthem, Harry Potter, The American Adventure Series, The Five People You Meet In Heaven, A Walk To Remember, The Notebook, and there will always be more.

Favorite writers: Jay Asher, Nora Roberts, Ayn Rand, J.K. Rowling, and, again, there will always be more.

Favorite music: www.playlist.com/thesubdefective

Non-noveling interests: Non? Non novel...? What is this "non-noveling" that you speak of? Seriously though, crocheting, reading, long walks, pets, cooking...

Joined: Oktober 2, 2006

This Year: Official Participant

NaNoWriMo History:
'06 '07 '08

NaNoWriMo posts: 26

NaNoWriMo buddies: 13

 

Brief Author Bio:

My first memory that I can recall as a writer was in kindergarten. We were given an assignment to write a story! The class was given standard sized copy paper to write on and illustrate with crayons. The works were then taken, laminated, and bound in a small plastic spiral and returned to us: our first published work! I remember my teacher asking me, more like pressuring me it felt, if I would draw more pictures. I had some pages with just words, no drawings. No! My novel was perfect, thank you very much! It was an approximately five page mystery novel about just what exactly that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow contains. And, apparently, it contains a stolen bracelet. The two young detectives then go on an awesome journey to track down the rightful owner! At any rate, that was when I became a writer. I wish I still had that little book, but it seems it was lost in the many moves I made over my adult years. I do not remember much else about writing again until I was ten and took up poetry writing for about the next six years. I wrote them all down in a leather bound journal that I still have to this day. I was actually published in the 2005-2006 Teen Ink Winter Poetry Journal with my poem entitled Juggle. I think I was about sixteen when I began writing novels. I kept them in spiral bound notebooks in my room. Painstakingly handwritten. About a year later I decided to throw those pieces of crap away, but a third novel from that era survived. It was saved on the computer and I forgot all about it until I was about eighteen. It is approximately 35k words, and very poorly written, but I am determined to one day salvage that novel from my early years of novel writing, though I never have intentions of publishing that novel that I titled The Art of Growing Up. I was seventeen when I graduated home high school and moved from Texas to Nebraska. It was then, in 2006, when I was living with my cousin that we participated in NaNoWriMo for the first time and I wrote my first full fledged novel entitled She Learned To Smile. I have no intentions of ever publishing this work, because it is essentially an over dramatization of my growing up years, it is very open and honest, and not something I am prepared to let all of the free world have dibs on. The next novel came with NaNoWriMo 2007 which I gave the working title of A Memory In The Snow and I cannot wait to get this edited and published, I would even like to write a sequel for this one day. The next year, 2008, I wrote Shades of Grey, but due to some complications in my personal life that I could not handle alongside a NaNoWriMo challenge, I gave up at 43k words, though I am determined to one day finish and hopefully publish this novel. (Word of advice: Do not move across the state, go through the process of a divorce, and reunite with an old college flame all in the month of November.) Life can be messy, but we move on. It was in this year, 2009, that I decided: I am a writer! Yes, I knew that, but you know what? I am a writer! So, when I returned to college once again after moving back home to Texas, I entered as an English major. This year my novel is a comedy entitled The Guardian, and I would love to one day see it in print. My name is Ellie Branstiter, but, once published, you can expect to see me published under Ellie Commons, because, that college flame I mentioned, turned out to be my soul mate, the one who pulled me back up after I got the divorce behind me. He is the one that showed me what a true, loving relationship is. He is also the first person that told me I have what it takes to be an author, to make works of art with words. And that is what I intend to do.

Synopsis: The Guardian

Most of us would like to hope that there is someone watching over us - some higher deity that cares for us and keeps us out of harm's way, someone that helps us decipher right from wrong and sees us though our darkest hour. For twenty-nine-year-old insurance agent, Denise Sullivan, she knows without a shadow of a doubt that there is someone watching over her. She knows because he has been crashing on her couch for a week and just drank the last of her coffee. Meet Harvey Trent, Denise's guardian angel who won't go away.

Excerpt: The Guardian

"I would not advise the highway today, Denise," said Harvey somberly.
"And why is that?" Denise asked, knuckles white on the steering wheel, her teeth clenched in frustration. She was already five minutes late for work, and she couldn't spare another ten picking her way through the back roads.
"Traffic jam at exit ninety. Three car pile up. Tragic. Not to worry though, everyone will live," he responded from his unwelcome seat in the back row.
"Whatever," Denise snapped, turning on the radio and merging onto the highway.
"...and if you have another way of getting to work than the I-80, I would recommend it this morning. There is a three car pile up going north bound near exit ninety. All but the left lane have been shut down. No one is going anywhere for a while," said her now least favorite deejay.
Denise went against her better judgment and glanced at Harvey from her rear view mirror. He was smiling smugly.
"Told you," he smirked.
Rolling her eyes she said, "Angels shouldn't be smug." And with that she exited the highway at the next ramp and began a back roads route to work.

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