Ongoing Projects

The Enterprise of Magical Findings

  • Young adult novel
  • Fantasy
  • 85k words
  • Third draft

 The Love We Leave Unsaid

  • Young adult novella
  • Romance/Coming of age
  • 30k words
  • Second draft

 

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