Writer in the Depths

This page will likely update frequently. It will contain a list of all my current projects and a basic description of each one. Granted, none of them are published, except for two projects I published through Kindle under a different name, but they’re both pretty bad so I’m not going to list them here. Check back later and maybe they’ll pop up one day.

Current Projects:

• Mother of War & accompanying stories (Fantasy with very small romance plot)
  • Mother of War is the big one, the story of Mya Kenorfield and her 5yo son, Wenru. I started this story when I was 11 years old, and trust me, I barely recognize the version baby me thought would be a hit seller.
    • In a land where magic is on the brink of being banned and little children with magic potential are pulled from their parents by the tyrant King Sorga, Mya wants nothing more than to keep her only living family member safe. She’s lost too many people to bear seeing Wenru go. Fortune doesn’t always favor the good, though, and Wenru is kidnapped as Mya and her allies rush to leave the royal capital. As a mad three way chase ensues, Mya is discovering hidden parts of her own past, meeting new (and old) friends, and revealing the powers she holds within, all the while Wenru, stuck in the back of a cart, miles from his mom, has started to dream of another boy, one who swears he’s real.

• Grim Silences (Sci-fi/Fantasy & Romance)
  • This is my take on a zombie apocalypse dystopia, though I wouldn’t call them zombies, nor would I actually call it a dystopia. When writing it, I asked myself, if we found a way to avoid the zombies, live peacefully, how tired would we get? What would happen multiple generations in the future? What would remain of our world? I try to explore that in this. (If anyone thinks it’s similar to NieR: Replicant/Gestalt, it’s okay, I see it, but in my defense, I hadn’t played NieR by the time I created this!)
    • It’s not easy to get kicked out of a Community, but Augusta Rowan has an uncanny knack for getting into trouble. Ejected from her home, Augusta joins up with a caravan of Distortia Runners, the people trained to move to and from the different communities in the area while avoiding the monsters produced by the miasmic mist that befell the world hundreds of years ago. The Distortia destroyed civilization as the world knew it, bringing with it the monsters people began to call distortions, and now Augusta has to travel through it. Only a few short weeks into her journey to the Central Community, the largest settlement in a three-hundred mile radius, the caravan is attacked, sending Augusta and two other survivors fleeing from the distortion that has locked onto them and won’t let up. It’s only after a strange dream, days of frantic running, multiple injuries that are getting worse by the hour, and a lucky shot that the trio of survivors make it to safety behind the walls of a Meister Compound, a facility dedicated to the research of Distortia. After arriving at sanctuary, Augusta is surprised and very unhappy to learn that life has so much more in store for her.

• What Lurks Beneath the Scarlet Hued Moon & unnamed sequel (Fantasy & Romance)
  • This one’s for the monsterfuckers who wished that the Beast in a tyrannical-popular children’s studio’s movie didn’t turn into a human. I have nothing else to say about it.
    • Juani Waters didn’t know that her childhood “monster under the bed” was real until her late mentor’s best friend– who also happened to be the Chief Sorcerer of her country– showed up at her store with the monster’s head in a box. She didn’t know that those thousand year old mythical beings were capable of talking until she reached in and touched the keratin horn of the creature and was sent spiraling into a vision of the creature’s death, where it begged a second monster to run for its life. Juani, after demanding to see the live Kirihaware the Chief Sorcerer had captured, gets tangled up in a millennia old feud between the humans and the monsters, and slowly, she starts to wonder which side she should take, and whether it would hurt the ones closest to her if she sided with the Kirihaware the country had captured. Even if he was a monster, Sava felt more human to her than some of her countrymen did, and if he was telling the truth, then the humans had doomed his kind to extinction and the god Juani had worshipped her entire life was to blame.

• Title TBD (Fantasy & Found family)
  • Yes I know not having a title isn’t exciting, but I really don’t know what I’d call this one. It’s a lot like Scarlet Hued Moon, but without the romance aspect and a lot more variety in monster.
    • Prince T’Setan never thought his own older brothers would try to assassinate him, but looking back on his life, he probably deserved it. Still, his desire to live drove him to crawl across the forest floor, ignoring the pain, the biting cold, and every voice in his head that told him to give up, until he heard a noise, a growl, footsteps approaching that spurred him to get up and run. So he ran and ran, right until his dismal powers of observation led him to leap off a cliff and plunge into a ravine. His body hit water, and from that point on, it was a blur. There was a voice, taunting, something about revenge and power, and by the time T’Setan woke from his stupor, he was back on the forest floor, mere feet away from where he’d been stabbed, only this time, his wound was closed with layers of scar tissue painted black and purple, pulsing with energy. Of course, there was still the problem of his traitorous family, the fact that he’d lost his shoes, and the two monsters who cornered him with spears, muttering nonsense about demon deals and the price he’d have to pay.

• The Aetherside Witch (Fantasy & Romance)
  • It’s about witches, and once again, I came up with this BEFORE a certain film studio released a popular show about a witch coven traveling a very dangerous road.
    • Rory Mavis knew she was the only one of her masters’– Eloise Ysoria– apprentices to succeed in becoming a True Witch, but that didn’t explain why Eloise would have called her all the way out to a little town in the middle of bum-fuck-nowhere Texas. She didn’t expect to find that the woman, who’d been alive for a near millennium, had passed two weeks earlier. She didn’t know what to think when Eloise’s final will stated that everything would be sold at an estate sale, except for a specific book, which she left to Rory. The book? The History of Roman Trade Routes. It looked boring, but Rory knew Eloise had to have left it to her for a reason, so she took it to her hotel and packed it with her belongings. She didn’t expect to be attacked that night, and certainly not by an Aetherside daemon. The daemon’s death cry put many of the puzzle pieces into place: the trade route textbook? It was Eloise’s prized Grimoire, and after Rory finally opened it, the cloaking magic faded away. The book was covered in sticky notes, carefully outlining what must have been Eloise’s last thoughts. Bum-fuck-nowhere Texas was in trouble, and if Eloise thought that was important, then it meant the world was in trouble.

• Crystalline Water Blue (Fiction i guess)
  • This one is the one I think will either do the best, or sink the worst. It’s about trauma, religion, religious trauma, being so obviously different, and questioning your faith only to end up faithful after it all but with a little more perspective than the fanatics around you.
    • Hadley was found wandering the VA cemetery at only three years old, covered in a dusty old blanket, and when Mae Carolina, a recently widowed mother of a seven year old, found her, she decided that Hadley would never want for love and affection again and adopted her discreetly. It had to be discreet, of course, or else Hadley would have been taken away, on account of the tiny blue horns growing from the top of her head. Now Hadley Carolina is twenty years old, and its getting harder to hide her growing horns underneath her hats, her childhood pediatrician has told her she needs to find a general practitioner, her boyfriend wants her to meet his family, and on top of all that, Mae has decided to assign her a role at their rehabilitation camp: monitoring one of the juvie kids that were trading their year for a clean record at their state-sponsored program. With her life practically falling apart, all Hadley’s mother can say is “God will take care of us,” and “pray”, but Hadley isn’t sure God is real, because if he was, why would he have cursed her with such beautiful, terrifying horns?

There are some more, but these are the big ones I’m working on. They’re the most fleshed out, the ones with substance. Maybe they’re a little stupid or cliche or whatever, but they’re a part of me, and I want them to be known.