This is unfinished, and I suspect it will stay that way until I can get my ideas back in order. I had plotted out the first half very well, but when I hit 20,000 words or so, I realized I didn't know where it was going and had to quit. I still like the premise, though, and at least I got halfway - so it wasn't a total bust.
Summary:
16-year-old Linzie Jefferson's dad is the bane of her existence (or so she likes to think). They're constantly butting heads: he's a hardcore Christian with a deep hatred of the media (it's "evil" and "rots your brain," not to mention "it's turning all of America into stupid clones"), and she's her school's ASB secretary, with an interest in politics and big dreams of becoming a TV anchor.
But what Linzie doesn't know is that her dad has another reason for sheltering her from the media--a long-hidden secret that could take away not only her respect for him, but also their privacy and the very existence of small-town life as they know it.
When Linzie accidentally finds out--and promptly reveals--her dad's secret, she and her dad are both thrown into constant media attention. At first, it's everything Linzie ever dreamed of, but as events unfold, it soon becomes apparent that this new life is full of vicious people and painful truths just waiting for their chance to hurt her and everyone she loves. Maybe her dad was justified in hiding all these years, after all...
My NaNoWriMo '08 novel. I didn't really like how it turned out - it became more of a personal memoir in disguise than a publishable novel. I put a lot more of myself into it than I meant to. But I really enjoyed writing it.
Summary:
Mallory Blake is a junior in high school, and she's not exempt from all the attendant drama: boyfriends, best friends, and best friends' boyfriends (who happen to be in love with her). Dances. Dreams (the really disturbing, recurring kind). Poetry, religion, Shakespeare, homework. An aversion to math. A weak spot for trashy, bodice-ripping romance novels. She's just your average teenage girl.
But Mal's got one problem nobody else has: she's physically incapable of lying.
She can't fake sick for a test. She can't be tactful about her friend's ugly new shoes. She can't even act or read fiction aloud (so much for that famously successful career as an actress).
And if she thinks the boy she just met at the library is kind of sexy?
Well, she'll tell him.
To his face.
This was a fantasy story I wrote a few years back. While I was writing it, I was IN LOVE with it - but once I finished, I took a good look at it and realized it was awful, clichéd, and emo. Attempts to fix it failed miserably, so I stopped trying. Still, I finished it and I did spend a lot of time working on it, so I suppose it deserves a mention.
Summary:
The royal family of Athea was exiled from their own kingdom for practicing wizardry; now, with only twelve years left to go of their hundred-year sentence, tensions are running high. Psyche, the granddaughter of the original king, is the favorite to take the crown when they return to Athea. Unbeknownst to everyone except her grandfather, she is also the keeper of the amulet given by the gods to Athea's rightful rulers.
When Drake, her cousin Solana's fiancé, starts courting Psyche, she resists at first despite being attracted to him. But soon he manages to seduce her with promises of teaching her wizardry, the forbidden art she's always wanted to practice. She soon discovers a secret group of wizards living in the base of their drafty castle, spying on the family's every move to discover the location of the amulet - which they want to steal so that they can rule Athea.
In the end, Psyche has to choose between Drake and the alluring art of wizardry or the safety of her family's kingdom.