Long form
In progress · Literary fiction
The map was wrong. It had always been wrong. She had inherited her father's papers, his instruments, his obsessive precision — and his single great error. A novel about what we draw to understand, and what we draw to hide.

Coming soon · Psychological fiction
Every day at 3pm, she loses exactly one hour. She remembers nothing. Nobody else seems to notice. A novel about the self we don't have access to.