About
Some nightmares don’t fade when the sun comes up. They just wait for you to make the coffee.
Imagine a world where your subconscious isn’t just a private movie playing in your head—it’s a manufacturing plant for chaos. Where every fleeting fear, midnight terror, and suppressed emotion has a pulse, a bad attitude, and a very real appetite.
This is a story about the tether between a creator and their creation, the cost of imagination when the things you dream up refuse to stay imaginary, and the awkward reality of discovering that you aren’t the hero of your own story—you’re just the battery for the entity that is.
This is the first novel I ever started. I was more than halfway through, but then the characters took on a life of their own and the story got deeper than I had planned. So now I’m about halfway through and hoping, praying and aiming for first draft by mid 2026.
I won’t give away too much yet, other than:
- Upper-middle grade or young adult novel (the characters are trying to act a bit older than they are, and I’m having a tough time telling them to get back in line…)
- Urban fantasy setting with a hint of mystery and horror
- The first in a series
Thanks to Google Gemini, this is sort of how I envision some of the main characters:
And a couple of scenes that may or may not be in the book:
