Bette Ha: Writing Tracker

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My 2019 goals include being more active with my WIP, and this blog will keep me accountable! There is a power to making myself vulnerable in this way. For too long, I was hiding behind unfinished word docs and half-completed outlines. Keeping track of my progress below on this page and posting updates on Wattpad will motivate me to keep working and keep hustling.

The Chrysanthemum throne

Status: Outlining

One king sits on a false throne.

One throne bears a false king.

And one throne has been long forgotten.

Stolen away as a newborn and returned to the world years later, Mirai has lost all memory of where she has been for the last eighteen years. All she knows is her given name and all she has is a scrap of silk with five words written on it: “Find the steadiest pine tree.”

Taku has been told all his life that he will encounter a mythical creature on his twenty-first birthday. He’s never taken it seriously, but when he discovers the amnesiatic maiden while plowing the fields, he understands that the wheels of destiny are in motion. Her journey to recover her memories and fulfill her birthright leads the farmer to the far corners of the world, where he will fight monsters, outwit demons, and discover a truth about the world that has been hidden away since the dawn of time.

The kingdom of Kofun had been prosperous for generations and the divine right of the throne has never been questioned- until now. Rebels have nicknamed his seat the Chrysanthemum Throne. Come winter, they promise that Shimamoto Abe will fall, just like the flower. Abe inherited the throne from his late uncle and after snatching it from the hands of his infant nephew, he has no intention of giving it up. In his scramble for power, Abe turns to the only known magic practitioners in the kingdom, the shamans of Touhou. But the prophecy he receives just as surely seals his fate: The throne of flowers will wilt away and the pine will steadfastly take its place.

Enter a world of magic and adventure inspired by Japanese mythology, where farmers can change their fates and women can topple kingdoms.



Excelsior: A Short story

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Status: Draft #1

Mensa’s consciousness operates the AI that powers OHSA-21, one of 100 ships that carry human refugees after the Earth has been deemed uninhabitable. A young man captures her interest and she manipulates events aboard the ship so that they can meet. When his very presence threatens the safety of OHSA-21, Mensa is forced to choose between following her heart and doing what’s best for her ship.


the bronze emperor -Artifacts of dawn #1

Status: Outlining

The steampunk capital of the Iwajiko Empire of the Eight Islands, is home to fearless treasure hunters, sly antique dealers, and an overwhelming population of orphans and refugees from neighboring islands lured by the booming economy of the capital city. For an island kingdom that has catapulted itself into modernity with its technological advancements, the past is just a relic, and so are its mythological origins. 

Everything changes when a group of treasure hunters discover a trove of artifacts on the outskirts of an abandoned village- shards of tortoiseshell inscribed with unfamiliar characters. Maeli, an self-taught treasure hunter and street thief, knows a treasure map when she sees one- all she needs is a scholar to help translate the artifacts.

Theo, a would-be scholar who was expelled from the Iwajiko Academy of Fine Arts, is descended from a noble family line whose wealth has gone with the times and is now hanging by a thread in this capitalist age. All it would take is one big discovery to save his family and their ancient name- and he has his eye on the tortoiseshell map.

When the secrets of the tortoiseshell point to pivotal discoveries about Iwajiko’s history, there is civil unrest throughout the Eight Islands as the future contends with the past. History seems to be repeating itself and if Maeli isn’t careful, she could be ushering in the dawn of a new age, just like the Bronze Emperor did centuries ago.