The Grave Thereafter

My current WIP. I’m not ready to talk to much about it, just yet. It’s a novel about love, friendship, grief, and moving on after a life-altering emotional trauma. 

People forget there is such a thing as memory, and that when a wound “heals” it leaves a permanent scar that never goes away, but merely fades a little. What really ought to be said after one of these so-called tragedies is, “Let the scarring begin.” — George Carlin, When Will Jesus Bring the Pork Chops?

Somehow You’re Sitting Here

While this project has been permanently trunked after querying, it will always have a special part of my heart.

Sixteen year-old Rachel Cole never expected that moving to California would change her life. The daughter of a Southern Baptist preacher, Rachel has always followed the rules: keep your head down, be quiet, and smile. Don’t let them see you sin. It’s the perfect recipe for a boring, drama-free sophomore year at a performing arts magnet school.

Except things aren’t quite as boring as Rachel expects. After a disastrous first date with a deacon’s son, she escapes into the world of high school theatre. She scores a leading role in the spring musical, no small feat for someone who’s never been on stage before. Under the guidance of her new friends Cass and Jenna, Rachel begins to find her voice and question the rules that have kept her quiet for so long.

And when Cass kisses her under the stage lights, a kiss that definitely wasn’t in the script, Rachel is forced to choose: the intense, headstrong, passionate girl she loves, or her faith and family?