Writing Review for 2024: My Top Five Writing Projects

Hey everyone! I’ve not done one of these before, but since I talk a lot about my writing in random posts, I figured I’d give everyone a glimpse of some of my projects which I worked on this year. These glimpses will consist of an overview of what they’re about, their blurb, what inspired it, maybe some random facts about it, and a short snippet or two.

Story #5: Working Title: Lance’s Story

This is my newest story, started at the very end of August, thus why I don’t really have a title for it yet. It’s a retelling of the King Arthur legends, but through the eyes of an original character I created.

Blurb: Sir Galahad has a twin brother who is just like him in nothing but looks. Lance of Corbenic is anything but serene, inheriting his twin’s skill with the sword, his father’s madness, and Merlin’s abilities. 

Inspired by: One day, I got hit with the idea of “what if Sir Galahad had a twin brother who was opposite from him in personality?” Anyone who’s read the legends knows Sir Galahad is the most pure, Godly, and serene knight in the legends (and subsequently, my favorite). However, with so many unique events surrounding the legends and Galahad, the idea came to me to have him have a twin brother, not recorded in the legends for reasons who, though everyone believes he is not the prophesied one like his brother, plays an equally large role in the future of Camelot.

Random Fact: I’ve been writing this story as a series of shorts as Lance goes through different events and honestly, they’re quite fun. Seeing Lance’s character development from when he’s young to as he matures is one of my favorite things, as well as playing with his character, working his presence into the pre-existing legends, and seeing the similarities between him and his father (and namesake) Sir Lancelot. Also, did I mention he inherited Merlin’s powers? That has made things super chaotic and fun.

A Snippet from the Short Brotherly Love:

“So tell me. How has—” Galahad paused for a moment. “Training your abilities been?”

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. “Oh. Boy. This Merlin guy? Well, he made things look really easy. The first thing I’m doing when I get to heaven—after meeting Jesus, of course—is going to kick his butt for not leaving some sort of training manual! Like, I know everyone’s saying not to go to Morgan le Fay, but at this point, she’s my only hope at controlling this stuff better. I mean.” Percival picked at some lint on his tunic, so I lowered my voice. “The sleeping spell is the worst. I don’t know how to control it. I can’t even say the words, stop, knight, and—”

Percival slumped over, asleep.

I leaped to my feet, throwing my helmet to the ground and using a colorful array of language. “That does it!” I looked at Galahad, who remained in his same position as before. “I didn’t do it on purpose—honest! I thought maybe if he couldn’t hear—”

“I know you didn’t.” Galahad smiled at me. “But please don’t say those words you said afterwards, again.”

I plopped beside him again, sighing heavily. “Yet another thing I need to learn to control.” I wrapped my arms around my knees, resting my chin on them. “How do you do it? How have you always been so good?”

“The Lord.” Typical Galahad answer. “And He can help you too. After all. He gave you those abilities.”

I snorted, staring into the fire. “You’re the first one to ever say that. Everyone else says they’re from the devil.” I take a stick and poke at the ground. “You think I wanted this? That I like receiving visions of the future, but being unable to tell most of them, to warn against them? And even if I did, nobody would believe me.”

“I’d believe you.” The warm pressure on my shoulder told me of Galahad’s nearness. “And you can tell some of them, can’t you?”

“Precious few.” I tried to smile, but the overwhelming ocean of emotions within me spilled out. “Do you know how terrifying it is to know what’s going to happen in the future, but not knowing when that future might be? How you can change it? If you can change it? If we’re going by Merlin’s life account, there is no changing the future. But I’ve got to change it!” I raise my head to meet his gaze. “I wish I was like everyone else. Even if I was uncertain about the future, I’d have some hope of creating my own destiny. Instead, I feel like I’m—well, like you. Trapped in a pre-ordained role from which I cannot escape.”

Galahad chuckled, but lightly. “And you used to wish you were a special, pre-ordained role carrier yourself.”

Some of the worry melted from my expression as the left of my lips twitched upward. “How foolish I was, wishing for what I didn’t understand.”

Story #4: Working Title: Princess Mayblossom Retelling

As you can tell, titles are not my strong suit. This is yet another retelling, but this one is based off a lesser-known fairy tale, known as Princess Mayblossom. This time, I used a character from the story as my main character, but it is not the protagonist. No, I decided to tell my retelling from the eyes of the evil fairy, Carabosse. During the spring months, I planned for this to be my main WIP, however, I got stumped due to not knowing too much about Fae and other mythological creatures which play a large part in this story, so for now, its on the back burner.

Blurb: Mayblossom is a home wrecker with morals. After all, she doesn’t want to marry the man she’s in love with—she wants to hurt him. After stumbling upon her fiancé’s wedding to her mortal enemy, she cries, storms—literally—and curses his firstborn child. In fact, that’s mild compared to what most fairies raised by witches would do. And maybe that’s because Rollan won’t leave her heart. 

Broken by the betrayal, Mayblossom’s dreams of uniting human and fae morph into a desire for vengeance. Not in a cacophony of thunder, hail, and fire—though she’s totally capable of that—but more subtly. Befriending Rollan’s enemy, Meliel, she plans use his son Florian to seduce then abandon Rollan’s daughter. But Meliel and Florian’s kindness reignite her old dreams and dare her to love again. 

When Florian announces he will marry none other than Rollan’s daughter—the child she cursed–she panics. Realizing enacting her revenge may be the only way to keep her past hidden, she uses Florian’s selfish friend to seduce the princess, the results of which will either keep her villainess identity hidden, or destroy the relationships she’s come to cherish.

Inspired By: The first thing which inspired me was a picture in the fairy tale book which I read this story in. The text read the fairy Carabosse was an ugly, wrinkled hag, but the image showed a rather pretty younger woman as Carabosse, and I could just envision exactly what she looked like, which birthed the desire to write a retelling. I then started to ask myself questions. Why would she choose to curse a little baby to be unlucky for twenty years? The only reason given in the story was that the king pranked her as a child and she held a grudge all those years. So I wanted to explore what her true motivations might be–and thus the story was born.

Random Fact: The fairy tale book which inspired this story had only black and white images along with the story, so using my colored pencils, I colored in all the pictures, including the one which inspired the story! This is one romance story I’ve actually really enjoyed working on.

Snippet: From the Prologue

The magic coursed through my veins, just like always when someone angered me. I could turn him into a frog, into a pile of sulfur–I could even enchant him and force him into my prison–but that wouldn’t make me feel any better. He’d always be hers. The darkness of the tower now became my darkness, the coldness and dullness of the weather mixing with it to form a sharp bitterness.

I could only see Rollan’s golden head as he knelt before me, a pitiful spectacle of a king. “I’m sorry.” 

I clenched my fists. Sorry? “That’s all you can say? Sorry.” 

“You know it wasn’t my choice!” Rollan raised his head, waves of emotion in his ocean-like eyes. “I promised my father—”

“You promised me!” Some of my magic spilled out in the form of lightning streaking across the sky though I struggled to withhold it, hot tears blurring my vision.

“He was dying!” 

The grief in Rollan’s voice normally would have broken me too, but walls built around me like the wind whipping around the tower. “So your promise to him means more just because he’s a dead human and I’m a—a—” A half-blooded fairy-nymph who never belonged anywhere. Not with the fae, not with the nymphs, not with the humans. But until a day ago, I belonged somewhere. I belonged with Rollan. 

Rollan jumped to his feet. “You know that’s not true! I’d never—!” 

All of our plans. Our plans to unite the humans with the fae, with the nymph–to show each side that the others weren’t just there to take. But to give. To share cultures and stories, foods and traditions. 

Now I realized. Those were my plans. Not his.

I slapped away his hand as he reached for me. “You used me.” 

Surprise flickered in his eyes and he dropped his mouth, looking like he did when we were children–a sign of what his plan had been. “What?” 

“You wanted my blessing.” My blessing of eternal youth. The one I could never reverse, despite my proficiency, my strength in magic. Now, he would live as long as the average fairy, be able to gain knowledge and strength of our ways–then destroy us. His plan all along. “You tricked me!” 

“That’s not true, and you know it!” Rollan stepped closer, his nearness twisting my heart again. “If that was my goal, why would I continue to see you after I received your blessing?! May, you’re hysterical—”

Another flash of lightning. “And you wonder why?!” I tried to wipe away my tears, I tried to control my magic, but it kept coming.

“May! Calm down!” 

The wind shook the tower, thunder roaring in my ears. Rollan was right, I needed to calm down–but how could he ask me to calm down when he brought this upon me? How could he expect—!

A sudden warmth and familiar scent enveloped me, and everything stopped. The lightning, the wind, my tears–perhaps Rollan had a the ability to counter magic, as the moment he hugged me, I felt calmer. No less bitter, no less sad–but calmer. Less emotional, more logical, more resigned. None of my temper tantrums, cries, or entreaties could undo the fact that Rollan was now married to my mortal enemy. 

After a moment, I tried to break from his grasp, but he held me tighter, his face buried in my shoulder. “Rollan…” As he trembled, I realized what he did. He transferred my emotions to himself–but how? He had no magic–did he?

“Forgive me–please forgive me!” His sobs became louder. “I didn’t want to do it–I didn’t know what to do!” 

Forgive him? 

“I need your forgiveness–you know I only love you—”

Was he truthful, or was this just another act of manipulation to destroy the fae?

“—May, please–we can’t go on like this—”

“Don’t call me May.” 

He stared at me. 

No longer did my voice hold emotion–only emptiness. Coldness. “And don’t say you love me. You’re married to Helen now.” 

Desperation filled his gaze. “But May—”

“Carabosse. Call me Carabosse.” My fae name. My hated name. My villainess name. The one those who hated me, and who I hated in turn, called me. 

His face went white and he stumbled back as if I struck him. “What?” 

I stiffened, heading to the narrow floor-to-ceiling window, the previous rain creating puddles on the stones beneath me. “You’re right. We can’t go on like we were.” 

I stood on the open windowsill, staring at the drop of two-hundred feet.

Rollan started toward me, alarmed. “No! Don’t—!” 

The wind blew again, but much more gently. More resigned. “I won’t forgive you. I’ll never forgive you. From now on, I am Carabosse. Your personal villainess.” 

Then, I let myself fall. 

Story #3: A Kingdom of Forests and Flames

This story is the third in my most favorite series I have ever written, called Separated By Justice 2. I’ve been working on the full series since 2018 and on the rough draft, I had nearly one million words and two thousand pages for three-fourths of the series. The worldbuilding is massive and epic, complete with separate cultures, languages, histories, and even legends and historical figures. During the start of the year, I massively focused on this until the end of the spring, when I focused mainly on the two stories which I will list below.

Blurb: Having become the Black Knights, Douglas Malory and his friends attempt to practice with their new weapons and work together as the Legendary Black Knights are supposed to, in order to rescue the king and kingdom from Charles, who’s goal of seizing the crown for himself is inching ever closer. But obstacles arise in the form of old allies turned enemies and a spy among their ranks. If their identities as the Black Knights are leaked, not only could the kingdom they hope to protect be at stake, but they also risk each person’s secrets coming to light.

Inspired By: It’s been so long since I got the concepts for this story, the only things I can say I know inspired it was the Prince Caspian movie and soundtrack. Several other songs helped inspire scenes and even characters as well, so I will say music massively helped me with this story.

Random Facts: This story has my favorite Found Family I’ve ever written, a group of seven knights (five guys and two girls) who go through almost everything together, from traumatic experiences, to leading battles, to having fun conversations around a campfire and even bickering and fighting, as siblings will do on occasion.

Snippet: A random scene where the found family is attempting to practice some newer sword fighting techniques they’ve learned.

The general sounds of laughter died away as Doug cautiously led the way back to the grassy knoll which they’d picked as their practice spot near Godfrey’s shack. “Okay, it’s clear. Let’s try that again–this time, please don’t ram into me while shouting Bees!, Rowland.”

“They were chasing me,” he said, puckering his lips into a frown, though laughter danced in his eyes. “And that hurt.”

“Well, you stepped on their nest first,” Bastian said, holding a stick before him. “And we took a few of them out with us.”

“True.”

Doug sighed, waving them off. “Now let’s focus. Rashad, what do we do again?”

“Like I said, I don’t know for certain, but I’ve heard fire drives them away.”

“Yeah, but if we set a big fire, people will see it from miles away,” Shane said, frowning. “It would be better to do at night.”

“Look, we’re leaving tomorrow.” Brielle crossed her arms. “Can’t we just forget it and go back to the shack?”

“And do what?” Rowland plucked a stinger from his arm and threw it. “Sit around and insult each other? We’re all packed already; we’d just be wasting time.” He motioned to their bags sitting some ways behind them in the edge of the woods with Leni, who kept his head buried over papers.

Brielle put her hand on her hip. “We have our tents to take down, we have to determine what to do with the prisoners and your sister, and we have to see if there’s anything Godfrey needs done in order to join us.”

Godfrey again. Doug sighed, half wishing they’d never met the exasperating man–though he knew it was a good thing they did, seeing as they had nowhere to go and he provided them with much needed knowledge and opinions about their Black Knight training. “Look, let’s just avoid the bee nest and practice over—” He drew his sword as someone approached from the woods, pulling his mask over his face, the others doing likewise. “State your business!”

Story #2: Nothing As it Seems

This story is my current main work-in-progress! I got inspiration for it around May of this year, and have been chipping away at it ever since! It’s the first romantasy I’ve tried my hand at (unless you count my fairytale retelling above) and I’ve had good days and bad days at it, since romance is not my strong suit. Still, now that I’ve finally got the main romance scene semi-decent, I’m hoping the rest is going to be downhill!

Blurb: After the assassination of his parents, Andrias Montcroix just wants to live a normal life. However, his position as the crown prince, the only heir to his brother’s throne, isn’t exactly a position conducive to normalcy. So between asking for his royal title to be revoked (unsuccessfully), and gambling for candy with his personal knight, he sneaks out at night to live as the commoner Nathaniel Lewis. But the carefully constructed illusion of his carefree life is shattered when his trusted knight attempts to murder his brother Castiander, revealing the old assassin is still alive—and wants them both dead.

Further complications arise when Castiander appoints Halynn Forrest—a woman Andrias met before under an alias—as Andrias’s new personal knight. Between Halynn’s deception and her involvement with a masked man who possesses the poison he’s investigating, Andrias is sure she’s conspiring with the murderer to get them killed. But other things don’t add up, like her protecting him from the assassin’s darts at the risk of her own life.

When the assassin takes over the castle, Andrias determines to uncover the enemy’s identity. After all, if he doesn’t, he may lose a beloved brother, the affections of the suspicious girl he’s falling for, and any hope of a chance toward normalcy—or a future. 

Inspired By: Being my second newest story idea, I recall where I got a lot of inspiration. The main plot and the male main character and his brother came from a book I read in May called Defy the Night by Brigid Kemmerer, with the political intrigue, brotherly royals, and assassination attempts. The brothers’s personalities and interactions with one another, however, are also slightly inspired by Snow White With The Red Hair‘s Izana and Zen.

Finally, my main character’s name, Andrias, was inspired by the main character of the Diofield Chronicles video game, Andrias Rhondarson. The opening of that game (including it’s music) also has given me some inspiration, although much of that inspiration is going into the idea workshop for a possible sequel, including a concept like that of the game’s “Mark of the Blessed”.

Random Facts: This story is unique as my writing process has changed since I was younger. Thus it is the first story I have written using some new methods, such as actually picking emotional responses for the characters before I write them, and having the story semi-plotted out early on. I’m still not sure how well it’s working for my personal writing style, but it certainly has come in handy, and I’ve learned a few things both of which I will continue to do and won’t do again in the future.

Snippet: In this snippet, the king is questioning some maids who reportedly leaked sensitive information. The female main character, Halynn, is friends with one of them, and a noblewoman frames her with her friend.

“Did you have a conversation this morning, Dame Halynn?” Prince Andrias crossed his arms, standing beside Lady Lila. 

I tilted my chin. Who headed this investigation anyway, His Majesty or His Highness? “Yes.” 

“Then it was her!” Lady Lila turned to His Majesty. “That’s the one!” 

His Majesty gave her an unamused glower, subduing her excitement. “Indeed.” 

“What did you speak about?” Prince Andrias stepped in front of Arianna, staring down at her. “Tell me everything, in detail.” 

Arianna flushed—I flushed, recalling the conversation of that morning. “I—well—”

“Stop stammering and—!”

“Andrias. Allow me to question the girl.” His Majesty’s voice sounded comforting compared to Prince Andrias’s blaring. 

Prince Andrias stepped aside, grumbling under his breath. 

“Thank you.” His Majesty faced Arianna again. “Now, please go on.” 

Arianna shifted her weight. “Halynn and I—well, actually, I asked Halynn which—” Her cheeks burned and I wished I could sink into the floor. “—which of you were handsomer.” 

Prince Andrias choked and started coughing, and His Majesty’s brows raised, looking surprised. A hint of a smile formed on his face as he met my gaze. “And do tell, what did you say, Dame Halynn?” 

Prince Andrias’s coughing conveniently stopped as he stared at me. Did he want to know? 

I squirmed, staring at my sweating hands. “Uh, well, I said—” I cleared my throat. R.I.P my new job. Lasted for a whole day. At least I didn’t meet the fate that Prince Andrias’s other personal knights did. “—I said if you and His Highness were to walk down the street like me and Arianna, His Highness would attract all the stares.” 

Prince Pompous straightened, puffing out his chest with a smug smile.

“But Your Majesty would be me—the one with a better personality.” 

Prince Pompous’s smug smile disappeared. “Better personal—!”

His Majesty chuckled, wearing the first smile I’d seen on him. “I knew I made a good choice picking you.” 

I returned the smile, confidence building. He wouldn’t treat Arianna unfairly. 

“Do you think they’re actually telling the truth?! This is just a made-up story!” Lady Lila stepped toward me, glaring daggers at me. I smiled. I could break her thin little wrist with no problems if she tried anything. 

Sir Forge cleared his throat, causing His Majesty to look at him. “If I may, You Majesty?” 

His Majesty inclined his head. 

Sir Forge leaned on the back of the throne. “Lady Lila. You claim you saw these two enter the servants quarters together?” 

“That is correct.” Lady Lila smiled, stepping back. 

Sir Forge smiled as well. “That is impossible. I personally brought Dame Halynn to His Highness this morning—and His Majesty was present. I also saw Miss Arianna enter the servants quarters this morning—quite alone.” 

I sent Lady Lila her own smug simper as the color drained from her face. She glanced at Prince Andrias—of course Prince Stupid would help her. 

“Perhaps it was a different maid, Lila?” He came alongside her and she grasped his arm, looking like she might faint. “Don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll get to the bottom of this.” 

“Lady Lila.” His Majesty’s tone sounded firmer than before. “Where did you hear about the matter you mentioned this morning? Truthfully.” 

“I told you!” Some bit of color flowed back into her face. “I heard two maids talking about it! Maybe it wasn’t her—” She glared at Arianna. “—I couldn’t see their faces well—but I did hear it that way!” 

His Majesty sighed, turning to Joyce and Arianna. “You two are dismissed. Go back to your quarters and resume your duties.” 

Joyce and Arianna curtsied, then hurried from the room. 

His Majesty stood, gaze locked on Lady Lila. “We will speak more of this tomorrow.” He headed toward the door. 

Lady Lila’s eyes flashed and she stepped towards him, stopped only by Sir Forge drawing  his sword. Still, the intense gleam in her gaze reeked of hatred. “Are you calling me a liar?!” 

His Majesty stared straight at her. “Exactly.” 

Story #1: Mooncatcher

This is the story which has probably taken up most of my writing time this year. At the beginning of the year, I was editing and querying it to agents. Then, I decided to attend my first writing conference and pitch to a couple agents there as well as get a first ten-page edit, so I wanted to update my query letter (again) and realized I needed comp titles. So I read a bunch of books to find the comp titles, queried the agents, then went over the edits and realized I needed to change something sort of major in the story so I went back over it once more. Now, I’m finally back to the querying trenches!

Blurb: Eight children secure the survival of the future — while the present generation pays the price. When the people elect Demois Tsuneo, a street boy, as Hall House Leader, the highest position on the planet of New Earth, he determines to bring about justice by following his constituents’s wishes—to nullify Law 396. Law 396 permits only Mooncatcher children—those who have rare abilities to collect medicine from moons—to partake of the medicine, killing thousands, while saving eight.

Demois’s optimism, but not his dogmatic determination, is squelched upon seeing the depth of the Hall House’s corruption and the complications half of the Mooncatchers create on their first mission. Then a ninth Mooncatcher, calling himself the Dreamwalker, appears on the scene, and the Hall House orders him captured.

The Dreamwalker quickly answers Demois’ questions about his motivations when he not only evades capture, but steals medicine and the controls to the Mooncatchers’ spaceship, shutting it off and sentencing its occupants to death. The Dreamwalker wants the same as him—but believes only by killing the Mooncatchers will the law be destroyed and justice satisfied. And Demois begins to wonder if he’s right.

Inspired By: This story, and the subsequent sequel ideas I have for it, were inspired mostly by songs, more specifically, by the song names and their tunes. The song for this one is called, obviously, Mooncatcher by Mattia Cupelli.

Random Facts: The actual story has changed a ton from my original idea, which was more of a dystopian. The original idea was the Mooncatchers were a group of kids who were being hunted down by a governmental dictator, and the main character was one of the Mooncatchers especially favored by the Mooncatcher mentor. Much of that has changed, including that character’s name, but a scant few things have remained in place.

Snippet: This scene takes place right after Demois is elected Hall House Leader and is meeting with the outgoing one to talk.

Luken cleared his throat then, clicking his cup onto its platter and holding a few papers, which he examined. “As you see, most of the most pressing issues I am leaving you with are monetary. The Hall House Members demand a raise—”

Why did they need a raise?

“—and the Mooncatcher facilities need updated and their budget enlarged to include the expenses of the launch of the Journey in two weeks and the construction of the Impossible and the new swimming pool. And of course, you already know about the treasury issue.” Luken handed me the papers.

I frowned at the figures on the paper. This was absurd!

“I suggest we raise taxes—”

The Homeless and Underprivileged Designations arose before me. “That’s out of the question.” Act professional. If I dealt with him in the street-style, I’d end up going to jail for assault. I lowered the paper, doing my best to disguise my glare at the man lounging on the couch without a financial worry in the world. I included Menton, standing behind him, in my glare as well. “Taxes already take two-thirds of the common workman’s income.” 

I motioned to Nao, and his cup clicked against its platter as he set it aside to retrieve the papers from my portfolio in the bag by his side. 

 “I propose we cut spending and taxes to improve the economy and tackle inflation. Also, I want to delegate some existing funds to a committee tasked with solving the issue of homelessness and children living on the streets.” 

Luken skimmed through them, then tossed them onto the coffee table with a snort. “Well, I suppose the people of New Earth will just have to live with the disaster they voted for.”

At least he came out and said it. That was better than a fake compliment.

He continued. “You’re cute, Tsuneo, and you have admirable ideas. But unfortunately, the other Hall House Members will disagree with your greenhorn optimism. You will soon learn, in order to accomplish anything in the Hall House, you must first cater to them.”

“Cater to them?” I crossed my arms, leaning against the couch. “The raise, I suppose you are referring to?”

“Correct.”

Since discovering my win, I’d brainstormed multiple ways to undo Law 396 along with benefiting the people–and this one might sedate the Hall House too. “How about this?” I leaned forward. “End Law 396. Have the people pay for medicine according to their income—one percent, or thereabouts for one or two bottles. That ought to provide the money for—”

“Ending Law 396 is out of the question, Tsuneo, and you will see all the Hall House agrees with me. Besides, there isn’t enough medicine and there won’t be until the Mooncatchers collect more from the moons. Perhaps then we can sell it.”

My jaw tensed. Did their greed know no bounds? “When it is in abundance, you can afford to give it out freely, just like the Hall House did a hundred years ago.”

Luken leaned forward, anger flickering within his eyes, though he just elevated his tone slightly. “And you saw where that brought us! To a crisis, to critically low levels of medicine–endangering the future of mankind! Law 396 is to ensure that will never happen again!”

I might have been a street kid, but I wasn’t stupid. “With all due respect, sir, it was not giving away the medicine which caused the crisis, but the lack of Mooncatchers born for a hundred years.”

Luken’s jaw twitched, and now his tone showed the disdain he held towards me. “Regardless, ending Law 396 is out of the question. You’re immature, ignorant, and much too idealistic. All of these ideas of yours sound good, but are naïve and impractical! Typical of a street kid. ”

Since he fired the first shot, I decided to return it. “I didn’t realize doing what your constituents voted you in for was considered naïve and impractical.”

“How do you know what the people voted you in for? What they want? What they need?” The color in Luken’s face fluctuated from normal to red in rhythm with his emotions.

I motioned at the walls of glass around us. “You don’t know how to tell what people want? Well, I suppose you can’t know from up here–you can’t even see them!”

Luken stood, rattling the coffee table. “Are you daring to imply I do what I think is best for the people without acknowledging their opinions?!”

I shrugged, unable to hide the smirk from my eyes as I lounged. “Am I wrong?”

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Well, there you have it, my main writing projects for 2024! If you’re a writer, what manuscript did you mostly work on this year? If you’re not, what fun projects and activities did you accomplish in the past twelve months? Let me know in the comments below! ~ Kay Adelin