
WIP - Carnage!
Friends, I was humming along so smoothly on my ghosts & chihuahuas. I thrashed it up to 25k words, which is practically almost most of a whole middle grade novel. Then. I turned the first chapter into a short story. I am notorious for doing this. The reason is that I can't really write short stories, but I can write first chapters. My mom says novels are like a journey that goes along but short stories are like dark rooms that slowly get lit up. Or something like that. Maybe

WIP - Plot!
Hi friends. So I'm in the midst of more works-in-progress than I've ever been in the midst of before. It keeps me super productive, because if I get stuck, I can just hop over to another manuscript and keep typing. But that also means it will take approximately 700 years before any of them are done. Don't worry, I'm going to figure it out. Really. *gulp* If you'd like to come along for the ride, I've decided to post about little hiccups (and maybe big, arm-flailing air gasps)

Playing With Pinterest
I've decided to live in the future and try out Pinterest. It's pretty fun! Here's my attempt at a Strange Sweet Song board. And here are some boards for characters from The Hidden Twin! #youngadult #inspiration

Sneak Peek - The Hidden Twin
Chapter One
We look like two ordinary girls. No more than eighteen. She with a sun-yellow cap, my face half-hidden by dark goggles. Legs dangling, our hair swirls in the Caldaras City mist, long locks intermingling. Our arms weave through the dawn-lit metal railing of an old aviary high above the square. Up here, Jey and I might look similar to anyone below whose gaze happens to find us. We might even look like sisters. But no one could accuse us of the truth. We are too f

Almost Here!
Guys, it's almost LAUNCH for my new novel, The Hidden Twin! Woo hoo! Excitement! #youngadult #excitement

Sneak Peek - Strange Sweet Song
Chapter One
If you had been there that night, the night it happened, you might not have even noticed. The strings and woodwinds shone fat and glossy in the concert hall's perfect humidity, and the brass instruments sparkled in the gentle light of the chandeliers. The music itself shimmered as well, lighting up dark places people hadn't even known were there.
You might not have noticed the small movement. It fluttered the fading sunlight stretching in through one of