Self-aware. Self conscious. Self induced.


The Sovereign Palace

Spike is covered with white plastic porcupine quills and though that’s not her name, it’s what everyone calls her. She’s not from the Weeping Monarchy – no one is – but unless she can find the rulers of the country, she’s going to die here. Her only friend, the Made Up Girl, loves her but doesn’t like her, and without the Made Up Girl’s help, Spike can’t hope to overcome a land that doesn’t want her to go anywhere at all.

YA portal fantasy, 94.5k words

The Story of the Story of the Egg

Fin doesn’t know what kind of story he wants to be, but since his older sister is going to be a Greek Epic, his friends think he’s pretty cool anyway, even when he has to babysit his little sister, who still hasn’t hatched from her egg. When the Egg is stolen away, Fin’s simple job is to find the Mayor of Story City and let her know. The streets of Story City twist and turn and only look straight when you turn around and see where you’ve been, though, and it turns out there are a lot of people out there who want a hand in the fortunes of Fin’s family.

MG fantasy, 50k words

A Box of Ink

By the time the weirdness of the jewelry box reaches the point when Jill might comment on it, she’s already neck deep in the mysterious writing that the box leaves on its own. What she does know for sure is that for the first time in her life, boys are paying attention to her and that she’s got strong enough to throw a man down a flight of stairs. The one constant is that she still doesn’t like exercise and wouldn’t run a block unless someone was chasing her – which is why she finds herself running every day.

YA urban fantasy, 85k words


One response

  1. Sounds like a big project. Good luck.

    October 6, 2011 at 9:47 am

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