A meta-Fantasy where first-time authors discover their characters are getting real - and edit back! Think Inception meets Groundhog Day, with the thunder of American Gods... and Deadpool as your Romance coach.
Are you a first-time author who, like April Mist, just discovered your carefully crafted protagonist has vanished from page 33, only to reappear in scenes you never wrote?
Your writer's journey takes an unexpected turn when:
• Your handsome protagonist develops a life of his own
• A spell begins to tickle your toes (you kick your shoes off!)
• The marginalia start talking back
• Your therapist starts taking plot notes
And unlike Alice through the Looking Glass, you have no idea where the exit went, so you go see a therapist and land a movie role while learning how to date your protagonist! (Because apparently that's what happens when your character development gets a little too real!)
"Who the hell is Dollar?" April shouted at her now warming duo device. But that's just the beginning. As she delves deeper into her changing manuscript, April discovers being a first-time author means more than just writing - it means risking everything by becoming part of the story yourself.
The Author of Certain Books thought he knew what he was doing. After all...
He had the outline. He had the coffee (and backup Japanese charcoal-filtered vodka). He had carefully crafted characters and a seemingly foolproof narrative structure. Goddesses and their minor gods! He had read enough fiction to feel like he could tinker with his own Craft!
Then his editor discovered she was actually a character in his story.
Now he's facing every author's nightmares:
• Characters typing faster than he can and with better plot ideas
• Reality bleeding through manuscript margins
• Readers appearing in his narrative, munching the smell of popcorn
• A growing TBR pile of books he hasn't written yet
• An escalating suspicion his story might be writing him
When magazine editor Rou Everett realizes she's a character in his latest novel, her red pen suddenly has more power than just fixing Oxford commas. And that mysterious, brooding Author who can reshape reality with a paragraph? He's either her soulmate or her nemesis – possibly both.
Armed with an editorial team which includes a chocolate-obsessed mystic and a martial artist with a flair for breaking Fourth Walls (along with a few bones), Rou dares to do the unthinkable: edit her own destiny. But in a world where every word has magickal consequences and your coffee shop meet-cute might lead to professional killers on speed dial, falling in love with your author is probably not the wisest career move.
For Authors who have:
• Questioned their creative identity
• Wrestled with rebellious characters
• Lost control of their narrative
• Found magick in the margins
"Maurllan's Spell" shows us that sometimes the best stories happen when we lose our white-knuckled grip on the storytelling. Because manuscripts aren't just documents – they're living things which grow, change, and occasionally write themselves around dark alley corners.
(marginalia)
"Is this marketing copy writing itself?" -RE
"A fascinating confluence of realities indeed." -LF
"Nossa! Even the blurb has a character arc!" -PP
Can love survive when it's written in editable ink?
Welcome to a story about writing stories, where the power of the pen meets the magick of the heart, and happily-ever-after comes with extensive revision notes.
⚠️ WRITER'S WARNING ⚠️
Side effects may include:
• An inexplicable attraction to well-designed fountain pens and magick ink
• Paranoid glances at your red pen collection
• Recurring dreams about editorial meetings in spicy coffee shops
• Increased sensitivity to reality fluctuations
• Unexplained additions to your WIP
• Sudden urges to check your manuscript for signs of life
• The unsettling feeling your characters are reading over your shoulder
• And the growing certainty that somewhere, an Author is laughing...
Reading this warning means you're already part of the story. Warm apologies! 📚✨📝✨🎭😈
For the love of your Craft,
Maurllan
(Pronounced Mar•Law•on)
