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Location: Oakville Ontario, Canada
Home Region:
Canada :: Ontario :: Elsewhere
Age:23
Favorite novels: House of Leaves, The Golden Compass, Salem's Lot, Skeleton Crew, Good Omens, The Nanny Diaries, Pillers of the Earth, Sherlock Holmes, The Eyes of the Dragon , Macbeth, Jurassic Park
Favorite writers: Stephen King, Neil Gaiman, Terry Prachett, Arthur Conan Doyle, Carl Hiaasan, Mark Z. Danielewski,
Favorite music: Stephen Fearing, Sarah Harmer, Counting Crows, Solas, Matthew Good, Our Lady Peace, Foo Fighters, Nirvana, Rufus Wainwright, Less Than Jake, Weakerthans
Non-noveling interests: Illustration, Baking, Acting, Doctor Who, Wine, Movies, Superheroes
Joined date: Oktober 3, 2007
Years done NaNoWriMo:
'04 | '05
Years won NaNoWriMo:
'04
NaNoWriMo posts: 13
NaNoWriMo buddies: 3
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I think I’ve made a mistake.
Look, I used to believe that the universe did possess several reliable, garunteeable certainties. Death and taxes, for example. Everyone and everything dies, right? And eventually, everyone is taxed in some form or another – financially, metaphorically, whatever. Most people rely on these universal constants.
So what the hell are you supposed to do when these constant variables – the only ones we really have, some might argue – are proved wrong? I’m begging you. I am, I truly am. Please tell me.
What was I supposed to do?
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Eric’s body washed up around 5:50 pm on the banks of the Saint Sebastian river, the murky bastard that rumbles down the center of New Crawford. My home city. He was just in time for the evening news when his corpse reached land.
