WIP

Works In Progress

I am currently unagented and looking for that perfect publishing partner who loves animals, coffee, and long talks on how to make each of my stories shine even brighter. If that’s you, and you want to reach out to say hello, visit my SCBWI page.

Here’s what I’m working on right now:

Young Adult

30% finished. DAMNATION: A global drought masterminded to rid the world of incorrigible people forces fifteen-year-old Dara, a socially inept cannibal, to reclaim what was lost.

Middle Grade

WE CAN’T ALL BE SHOW DOGS: When a Rottweiler makes it his mission to prove his fancy new neighbor is lying about being a show dog, his success lands the adopted brother he never wanted into the cage of a dognapper.

This is a lower middle grade novel with a humorous cast of dogs, mafia raccoons, and a potbellied pig. It has themes of found family, friendship and lying. It also features the largest heist this family of raccoons has ever pulled off, but that’s a good thing. There are good lies, like the kind you find in a book, and their are lies good heists, like the kind that save your life.

THE EYES ARE MINE: Thirteen-year-old Harlem is removed from her narcissist mother. This story covers shoplifting, volunteering with animals, foster care, painting with Bob Ross and learning coping skills for an imperfect world.

THE BIG HEAD MADE ME DO IT: Eleven year old Nevae’s city has had 30 earthquakes in the last 30 days, which is odd since Madhatten isn’t even on a faultline. But Nevae doesn’t have time to worry about that. Her mental disorder seems to yield an endless litany of trouble for her and her single mom. Oh, and the During group therapy, Nevae discovers notes under the chairs- notes that have clues that lead her to a club made just for people like her. Through this club she will learn to focus on the strengths her disability offers, and use them to save the city. (Even this synopsis is a rough draft! But I am having more fun writing this story than almost any other.)

Picture Book

DAY OF THE ANTS: In a dreary line of food-seeking ants, there are three who can’t seem to march in orderly rows.

This story is spoken about in my Read All About It page

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