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Genre: Historical Fiction
About ZantedeschiaLocation: In my Happy Place, which is ruled by Shakespeare and ships. Age:15 Favorite novels: I have too many favorite novels to count - every week I have a new one. So let's just be arrogant, say 'Anything by me' and be done with it. Favorite writers: George Mackay Brown, Terry Pratchett, Harper Lee, William Shakespeare, Patrick O' Brian, J.R.R Tolkien, Jane Austen, Tamora Pierce, Cornelia Funke, Roald Dahl, Charles Dickens, John Green, J.M. Barrie...These are but a few amongst thousands. Oh, and of course, Melpomene, and Freya, and the pianist, and nuwanda, and all the other wonderful, amazing authors doing this mad quest. Favorite music: Anything really...I like folk and classical and movie soundtracks (Especially movie soundtracks) and rock...but when I'm writing I have to be listening to something sad. Don't ask me why. Non-noveling interests: dancing, acting, reading, Shakespeare, listening to mewsick, the word Huzzah, being nerdy with my friends, Bryan Dick, watching eleven hours of Hamlet...Wishing I lived aboard a British man-o'-war, quilting, (making quilts with ships on them) knitting, tea, sleeping, taking hot showers, eating, dreaming, quirky things, people watching, ships, (esp. tall ships). |
Joined: November 5, 2007 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 287 NaNoWriMo buddies: 13
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Brief Author Bio: Born in 1993, turned six, discovered writing, turned nine, discovered Shakespeare and acting, turned fourteen, discovered ships, discovered NaNo, turned fifteen, discovered Patrick O'Brian. Yet to die. (we're waiting.....) |
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Synopsis: Farewell and Adieu
My last synopsis was a LITTLE confusing...especially the losing-the-virginity bit. So I'll write a NEW one.
Fred, Matthew, and Joseph are friends. They have the tattoo to prove it. (It's the Celtic symbol of everlasting love, but shhh. Don't tell them. They think it's just a cool symbol)
And then Matthew's beloved mentor dies, he loses his virginity, is flogged, and starts drinking, all these events spinning him into a state of depression and discontent with his position on the HMS Diana, his life, and even Fred and Joseph.
So when he's offered the post of midshipman, he takes it, not knowing how much this will hurt his friends.
And it all goes downhill from there. A tyrant captain, a mutiny, a supposed death and a real one, and it all leaves Matthew wondering where it went wrong.
To fins out how it all went wrong, be really really nice to me, and maybe I'll let you read it.
Excerpt: Farewell and Adieu
Fred shuddered with a sob, and Joseph wrapped his arms around him, and pressed his mouth, hard, to Fred’s forehead. He held him tightly; if he let go, he felt that they would both break, and fall apart.
Fred’s body jerked slightly in his arms; Joseph loosened his hold but didn’t let go. Fred twisted out of Joseph’s arms and retched. He fell onto his hands and knees, and vomited onto the deck.
But nothing came up, because there was nothing inside anymore, it was empty and cold, Matthew was gone.
Joseph knelt beside Fred, one hand on his back, the other holding the latter’s hair out of his face. The hand on his back made gentle circles.
Fred felt a drop land on his back. Joseph was crying. The feeling of wetness made his resolve break, and he started to cry for real, more violent sobs than the wet tears that usually came when he cried. They were so harsh that he thought they might destroy his body.
Joseph’s strong arm wrapped around Fred’s chest, pulling him up so that his ear was level with Joseph’s mouth.
“They’re coming,” he hissed, “Everyone else. Stop, please. Please, Fred.”
Fred barely heard him. He shook his head numbly from side to side – no, he couldn’t stop.
“Fred,” Joseph whispered, “They can’t see this. Not them. They’re angry, and they’ve just mutinied, so they’re frightened. They’ll hurt you, Fred, for feeling like this for Matthew.” His arm tightened on Fred’s chest, his fingers digging in deeply. “And I can’t lose you, Fred. Not now. I need you. Please.”
Joseph, strong, stoic Joseph, who seldom cried or showed emotion…Somehow his admitting to needing Fred stiffened the latter’s resolve.
Fred bit his lip until blood rolled down his chin. He swiped frantically at his eyes, and forced the misery and sadness back down inside. He still shook with pain, but, as during Matthew’s – it hurt to hear the name inside his head – flogging, he focused his mind on Joseph’s warm arm around his chest, and it numbed the agonizing sadness.
(there. That's slightly less violent than my last excerpt)
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