Artist of Galaxies

STATUS: Completed First Draft 

 

GENRE:  Middle Grade Fantasy 

FORMAT: Novella (52,000 words)

 

FAVORITE QUOTE: 

“Grandmother was wrong about dreams. It wasn’t just a maddening cycle of wishing and longing. Dreaming was walking a thin line between hope and disappointment. It was a set up to fall; so that the human heart can fly. Or so that it could crash. Dreaming was never fanciful. Dreaming was dangerous.”

Speak : ILY

STATUS: Writing the Second Draft (20,000 out of 80,000 words)

 

GENRE: YA Science Fiction / Romance

FORMAT: Novel

 

FAVORITE QUOTE: 

“I’m Jon, and I can’t say my name right. ‘J’ is a hellish sound to say when you’ve got the rare case of  severe verbal apraxia.   Speech is a delicate programming in the nervous system; my brain happens to have  a different wiring.  My mouth gets glitches, like an android’s end effectors going haywire. The most I can muster is a string of unintelligible words, which doesn’t do justice to how smart I really am. 

 

There’s a number of things I’d do if I could speak perfectly.  Top on my list is telling Tala that I like her.” 

 

Tick Tock Pause

STATUS: Completed Second Draft 

 

GENRE: Steampunk Science Fiction / Romance

 

FORMAT: Novella

WORD COUNT: 40,000

BLURB:

 

Love was a programming Kit was not designed for— until his creator experimented on humanizing robots like him.

 

Kit was but an android servant, a Tier V Household Butler to the infamous Sir Arthur Gunther. Obsessed with perfecting his inventions, Sir Gunther rebuilt Kit, pairing him with a new android: Celia, the lovely counterpart to Kit’s design. 

 

When Kit reactivated, he became an upgraded robot-man, an enhanced machine which could waltz and compose music with the beautiful robot lady. Soon he displayed inexplicable fondness and attachment for the fellow android. It was a virus to his system.  A blissful blunder in his parameters. 

 

Then Celia malfunctioned and deactivated.

 

It shouldn’t have mattered. Kit was a machine after all, and Celia was nothing but a set of codes encased in metal. And yet, the switches in Kit’s head kept clicking, and the gears in his chest kept whirring. Heavier. Slower. 

 

Until the virus in his head initiated the most illogical prerogative—repair Celia at all costs. 

 

In a quest to reactivate his cherished dance partner, Kit must acquire her spare parts before she completely  breaks down. 

 

Perhaps Sir Gunther’s upgrade did not truly perfect him. After all, this “love” virus might prove to be his ruin if he learns the truth behind Celia’s deactivation. 

 

READS LIKE:  I-Robot  by Isaac Asimov meets  Romeo and Juliet.

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