None of these are published – yet!
The Queen of Imagination
Progress: Current editing project, 1st –> 2nd Draft, through Chapter 36 of 36 (as of 8/8/19) — AKA COMPLETE AT LAST!!!
Genre: Middle Grade; Contemporary/Slice-of-Life
When Melody Evergreen moved to the neighborhood, she became the Queen of Imagination. No, not all of imagination–it would be impossible for one child to rule all imagination. But she did claim a sliver of imagination and crafted a literal Kingdom, imagined in the backyards of the Evergreen residence and their immediate neighbors’ homes in the Court of Whitman. The Queen was instantly beloved by all, except one Cadence Maple and her own lackeys (that is, her younger brothers), who made trouble alongside the rebellious Rangers Three, Trolls, Gremlins, Chickens, and all sorts of roguish villains.
As the residents of Imagination fight enemies, explore the furthest reaches of their borders, and enjoy childhood together, Melody is forced to confront her pride and resistance to friendship. Will she soften her heart to let others in, or let her family’s cross-country moves of the past keep her guard up? And will she be able to share her glorious kingdom?
If that doesn’t sound interesting to you, then put this book back on the shelf and don’t read it. But if you are intrigued, then I don’t want to spoil the rest of it for you, so you might as well start reading because I’m not going to tell you any more of the story here.
Our Company of Fools
Progress: 7th Draft Complete! (as of 3/7/19)
Genre: Young Adult; Fantasy/Contemporary
I’m at my last writers’ workshop with the Fools, my fellow aspiring teen authors. The only place I’ve ever felt at home. Already I don’t want to say good-bye, and it’s only the beginning of the week. More than ever, I wish college wasn’t coming up so soon. I don’t want this week to end, not at all. But it’s definitely not going the way I had expected it to.
Demons are hunting me in my dreams, and in the dreams of my friends. Somehow, we’re all experiencing the same horrific nightmare. These monsters, they’re dragging us into visions of our worst fears. And what’s worse, these dreams are haunting our waking steps. We can’t enjoy what should be a week of peace. Not when we’re reminded of everything we’re trying to forget while we’re here.
I’m scared. What the creatures are showing me—I think it’s the truth. And I can’t tell anyone. There’s no way they’ll think of me the same way if they knew what I feared. What might be inevitable. I can’t bear their rejection. Not now. Not when they’re the only ones who understand me.
But we’ll find a way to stop them. We have to, before we all go our separate ways. If not… well, I don’t like to think about what might happen if we don’t. Maybe none of this is real, but it certainly seems like it is.