Works in Progress

I’m writing the first draft of a paranormal, “Wolf Around the Corner”.  It’s about a down on his luck director/producer who wants to put on a non-Disney version of Beauty and the Beast and he has his beauty, but is stumped on a beast. Until he finds out there’s a werewolf living in his apartment complex. Now all he needs to do is convince the guy to try acting…because, come on, free special effects! Oh, and not fall for the guy, because hooking up with your players does not lead to a good opening night.


I’m writing the first draft of a shifter romance, “Yowl at the Moon”.  It’s alley cat versus house cat in a tale about avoiding the vet, how to get tangles out of long hair, and finding true love. Someone really should have stopped me. 🙂


I’m attempting for the second time to write a Christmas story (the last one went off the rails and became a new planetary religion). This one is called The Tale of a Half-assed Jingler” — because everybody knows you have to jingle all the way. Anyway, I’m hoping to have some more humorous Christmas card slogans and a little bit of art glass in this one.


I’m writing the first draft of what will be my Wild West Steampunk Trilogy: “The Cabinet of the Dead”, “The Clockwork Revenants” and “The Steam Messiah.” The first story titled, “The Cabinet of the Dead”, refers to the mechanism by which a spiritualist speaks to the dead. But the government is hoping he can speak to someone else they desperately need information from as the greatest inventors of the age are disappearing into Indian Territory never to be seen again. And what is behind the massive storms that bring death to settlers, leaving nothing but bloated, bloody bodies on the plains. Why do the thunderclouds glint like shining metal?


I’m writing the first draft of a young adult novel titled “Smudges”. When you die, sometimes you leave a smudge, a silent ghost that repeats the same action over and over unable to be wiped clean from reality. High School junior Miranda Spencer had seen those smudges most of her life but she never wanted to see the one of her murdered best friend, Anne. Charlotte Ames has moved to the podunk town of Hendersonville just in time to be the new girl with no date to the Prom. Remaking herself as the exciting and enigmatic Charly might be her in with the popular crowd if she can keep the voices in her head from ruining it. But when Miranda meets Charly, sparks fly and ghosts talk. Can Anne’s spirit tell them who her killer is before the murderer targets them as well.


I’m editing on a contemporary novel titled “As She Floated Down” about Emily Daws, a folklorist researching the history behind a murder ballad called Sylvie Girl. She finds her life begin to mirror the song’s love story when she becomes involved in a relationship with Brent Bolton, the grandson of the dead woman’s lover. And despite the ghost of Sylvie Girl trying to warn her away, she is inevitably drawn to the deadly riverbank.


Debussy and I are doing another pass on the new Lawrence and Myrna mystery titled “Lawrence Frightengale Checks Inn”.  Larry (Lawrence’s off screen identity) and Myrna breakdown on a deserted back road and end up spending the night in a spooky inn that legend says is haunted by the spirits of shipwreck victims. Will Larry, Bootsy, and Nick (Myrna’s alter ego) be able to figure out what is causing those bobbing lights along the beach? Is it souls searching for their bodies washed up on shore?


I’m writing the first draft of my contemporary paranormal “Fool to Dream”.  In it a microfossil expert who has the misfortune to have his dreams come true for an hour each morning meets the guy of his dreams. How will he know it’s true when he can’t tell which is the dream lover and which is the real thing?