My Current WIP
is a novel called The Rook of Crooked Wood. I've been working on this novel for FOREVER on and off and I might actually be able to give it an ending I don't hate this time.
This is the cover I made in Canva and photoshop for nanowrimo. I'm currently at ~28k with it, hoping for 30k before the end of the weekend.
I guess I'll just copy and paste the blurb I made for nano as well.
There has always been a Rook in The Crooked Woods. It’s said that without her, the custodian of the Rifts within the Woods, the known realms will collapse without her. Emma Rook is the latest, albeit reluctant, custodian. For generations, a woman bearing the name Rook has been gifted with the power to open and close rifts in the veil between Realms, a rare and dangerous talent for those who wield it. Emma’s grandmother’s dead at over a hundred and fifty something means she has to leave behind the life she loved, her best friend Sage and their thriving hair salon. If she didn’t, the rifts will open and Riftwealds, the realm The Crooked Woods leads into would collapse. Our world and the others beyond will be overrun by those who might do them harm. It sounds like hard, boring and lonely work. Emma knows for a fact it is, she spent summers with her granny Peg in the wealds helping her do her riftwork. Emma didn’t want to be a Rook. She even took her mother’s maiden name when she left for at eighteen and much to Peg’s bitter disappointment. She was Emma Madden, hair stylist and party girl. She loved her life, every minute of it… But something always called her back to The Crooked Woods. Or should that be someone? She dreamed of him every night, the boy with the wintry eyes and green skin. The one who showed her the way home when she got lost, the first time she ventured into Riftwealds on her own, chasing a cat-sith kitten. He gave her a kiss, and she promised to find him again. A promise that wasn’t kept. She was eleven years old, and the same day she found the love of her life, she lost her family. Emma was never told the full details of their death, nor did she want to know. Moving to the city was a fresh start, a new life. Leaving their tragic legacy behind was one Emma fought hard for. There was no escaping fate, no matter how hard to ran, was there? Grieving both Peg & the life she left behind, Emma is woken by someone knocking on her door. She opens it and faces someone she never thought she’d see again. The boy in her dreams. The boy—now a rather handsome and tall aelf is looking for her grandmother. He needs the Rook Witch, he tells her. Someone is killing his people, the native aelves of Riftwealds, The Court of Ferns. Turning them into monsters and burning their sacred tree groves. When he storms out, after realising she is now The Rook Witch and the girl who never returned for him, Emma is faced with the knowledge that the boy in her dream is real, and so are the monsters her grandmother warned her about. She is reluctant to step into her Peg's shoes as well as truly step into her new life. But people rely on the Rook to keep the realm safe, she already feels bad enough without that on her conscious too. She’s attacked by a bunch of white skinned, red eyed feral vampires and rescues a toddler with green skin, orange hair and red eyes. He looks like a princeling of the Court of Ferns, and as Rook it’s up to her to return him home, whether she wants to face Fhion or not. She is Rook whether she likes it or not. It's a burden she just has to bear. A duty she and no other can fulfill. Her first adventure as The Rook of The Crooked Woods will teach her things about herself she never thought possibly true, as well as discovering devastating truths about her family’s deaths and Peg’s past. And one fact: Not only can you not escape destiny, sometimes the past kicks your arse too.
So far there is plenty of magic and stuff but no romance and my lead seems to be leading me around in circles because we're both too scared to approach the end because it means trouble for the both of us: She sort of dies and I sort of have to write the next sequel!!
But I do love it, I'm writing in first POV for the first time in a full length project. It's hard considering how I love to head hop. And it's also hard not making Emma a know-it-all overpowered god-mode type character since I know (sort of, I'm totally pantsing this draft) what happens so she does too?
So I'm trying my hardest not to do that, and to start making Emma make things happen instead making things happen to her. It's absolutely chaos trying to mix a cosy, foresty witchy story with a vampire apocalypse story with a goddess from Ancient Egypt mixed it. Chaos, but mostly fun lol.














