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Genre: Chick Lit
About janegrantLocation: Ashland, OH Home Region: Age:22 Favorite novels: The Princess Bride, Chronicles of Narnia, Harry Potter series, Pride and Prejudice, Stardust, Ella Enchanted Favorite writers: Neil Gaiman, Douglas Adams, Jane Austen, Gail Carson Levine, J.K. Rowling, William Shakespeare Favorite music: Ben Jelen, Emilie Autumn, The Fray, Alanis Morrisette, Adam Pascal Non-noveling interests: Web design, blogging, doddling, anime and manga, tea, pasta, lasagna, The Office, Supernatural, Pushing Daisies, Roman mythology, Latin, my psychotic cat, pajamas, people-watching, religion, diversity, Broadway, England, hugs. |
Joined: Oktober 27, 2008 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 98 NaNoWriMo buddies: 7
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Brief Author Bio: I work full time during the week and go to school part-time. I have loved writing for years but have only written short stories and fan fiction which usually were always about the same characters, just different settings, but my NaNo is about different characters and I'm getting to know them as I go along. NaNoWriMo is an exercise in writing for me. I need to work on description and so far that is going well. This is my first year doing it, and I have never written anything longer than a 2000ish word long short story, and I'm finding it hard to keep my plot from wandering all over the literary planes, but it's fun when it does happen anyway. Obviously my characters want to do something, so I'll let them do it even if it means a scene goes on for way too long than is necessary. Disclaimer: my user picture is an icon by flytheheavens on LiveJournal. I did not make it myself. |
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Synopsis: Uncreative Title Replaces Old Crappy One
Hannah waits tables at Betty's Diner, a job which in itself isn't all that exciting, topped with wanting to either slap her customers or quit the job altogether on a daily basis. At twenty-one years old, she has never been kissed, never gone to college, and she only has five people friended on her blogging website, and she knows two of them in person. The grill cook only wants in her pants (and in all the other girls' pants), her friend and fellow waiter is too afraid of rejection to even ask her out anywhere, and her room mate likes to wake her up on the days she gets to sleep in.
Life could be worse.
Excerpt: Uncreative Title Replaces Old Crappy One
Tom headed back to his car and then the woman next door opened her front door and stuck her head out. "Who was that?" she asked.
Hannah looked around, confused, and then said, "Me?"
"Who was that?" the woman asked again. Her eyes were wide and her hands were clasped in front of her. This made Hannah feel quite anxious and she was not sure she was going to like the conversation that was about to happen.
"Um. That was Tom," Hannah replied with a nervous glance to the left before looking at the woman again. "He's my friend."
"What was he doing here?" the woman asked and Hannah narrowed her eyes slightly while crossing her arms.
"I beg your pardon?" she said.
"What was he doing here?" the neighbor wanted to know. She did not like people hanging around the apartments that she did not know.
"He was here to visit me, and that is none of your business anyway," she said.
"It is when strange men come to the property and seduce good, young, unassuming women into promiscuity and drugs and satanic music," the old woman rambled.
Hannah scoffed and glared at the woman. "What?"
"He's a devil man, he's a child of Satan, little girl, you need to put him out of your life and come into the light and embrace the Lord and Jesus Christ, His Son," the woman said, looking very earnest and desperate and it made Hannah very alarmed indeed. She did not follow a religion or spiritual belief although she did not feel negatively toward people who did accept those religions and beliefs. She did not see proof that a God of any kind existed and that was fine with her, she simply did not have any hope for an afterlife or reincarnation or anything of the sort.
"Tom is not related to the devil or anything along those lines," Hannah said and fumbled to push her key into the lock and gave it a quick, firm twist.
The woman continued to prattle on. "Save yourself, my child! Let the love of God into your heart and-"
Hannah ran into her apartment and slammed the door closed and promptly locked it behind her.
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