Thursday, March 30, 2017

Camp NaNoWriMo - April 2017


Every April, I participate in Camp NaNoWriMo and usually I spend the time revising a novel but this time I am going to set out to write another novel! Why not give myself a challenge? Most of the time my friends and I join a cabin but this year I am thinking about venturing out into a public one!

Here is some info about the “Camp”

Camp NaNoWriMo is your virtual writing retreat. Every April and July, take four weeks to embrace your creativity and dive into your next great writing project.

At Camp, you can:

1.     Tackle any writing project, novel or not. Are you revising your next draft? Preparing to write the next great musical, a la Lin Manuel Miranda? Penning a collection of poems? Camp is fertile ground.

2.     Set your own writing goal. Warm up for 50K by setting a word-count goal of 25,000. Or track hours, lines, or pages… whatever works for you.

3.     Find your own, personal writing group. At Camp NaNoWriMo, you can be sorted into a public cabin with writers according to your preferences, or create a private cabin for you and your already-established writing buddies.

You can message me anytime! Name is Phoenix.Trinity and I will be checking in from time to time. 

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Story Excerpt: Faulty Lines

Faulty Lines 

II

Imogen skipped down the hall until Cam made a sharp right and she galloped down the hall. She could hear the gruff voice speaking to the other guys.

“Mike!” Slowly turning he glanced at Imogen who was dressed in leggings and skull hoodie. Raising an eyebrow and tilting his head to the side.

“Moreno come on we been over this since Grade 3, It’s Dallas!” He said as the guys chuckled.

“Well … Michael I prefer Mike besides I kind of need a tiny itty bitty favor”. Her bottom lip poked out and he began to cave at her actions.

“What Immy I already made the guys stop bothering Eli” He sighed.

Deadpanning she rolled her eyes before taking a deep breath.

“Cam is back”

“Who’s that another boyfriend you sure get around huh Imogen? Bet you would like to be all in the Baker bed” Luke commented and laughed.

Dallas leaned over and punched Luke in the arm. “Shut up Imogen is off limits got it! Don’t talk about her like that” He threatened. Raising his arms in surrender Luke kept shut.

“He is? That’s great we need someone for the offensive, can he still skate, when will he be available, did your dad drop you guys off and wait till … wait what’s the favor?”

“He cannot know about Eli! I beg of you do not tell Cam about Eli, I’m still trying to figure out how to tell him” She begged. Dallas glanced at the guys before pulling Imogen away from them. Directed them into the Memorial Garden and closed the doors.

“Immy you know I care about you, you are one of my best friends but Cam is like a brother and if he asks I cant lie to him and I wont”.

“I am not asking for you to lie, I am asking for you just omit for a few days, if Cam found out you know … you know what would happen” Imogen whispered.

“I know Immy I was there too, look we might of have separated our circles but you are my best friend but can you please just figure this out?” Dallas asked.

“I will soon just remember no telling Cam please”

“No promises”

Imogen smiled before leaning over and engulfing him into a hug. The door to the memorial garden opened and the sounds of students roared in the background. Imogen pulled away from Dallas and smiled.

“There goes my girlfriend!”

Imogen turned around to see her boyfriend Eli with a rose and a sly smile. She ran towards him and held him tightly. She snuggled her head in the crook of his neck and took in his scent. It was spicy with fresh mint and his silver chain sent a shiver down her back.


“Missed you too babe” Eli chuckled and realsed her from his grip. His green eyes settled on Dallas and he raised an eyebrow.

“Dallas”

“Goldsworthy”

“Immy just tell Cam to see me in the CafĂ©, have a good day” Dallas said as he sent Eli a glare which was returned.

&&&

Cam slid his books into the locker when he felt a presence next to him. He turned to see the tall dark skin male smirking at him.

“Moreno!”

“Dallas!” Cam returned with heavy sarcasm

“Still skate or did that boarding school knock it out of you” Dallas asked and adjusted himself off the locker. 

“First it was a prep school for the gifted, second my ass can skate circles around you and third shouldn’t be harassing some underclassmen?”

“Yeah I am harassing you Niner”

Cam scoffed before bringing Dallas into their manly hug.

“Immy told you I was back huh?”

“Something like that but Niner we need you on the Ice Hounds!” Dallas said as Cam began walking away. The two shoved one another and chuckled at their childish antics.

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Happy International Women Day

I’ve written many female characters and I feel proud of myself for making them different from one another. Sure they had some similarities but each of my women heroines definitely brought forth what I wanted them to portray. Strength, Intelligence, Leadership and Confidence. I see that in my top three favorite characters I wrote Evee, Charlotte, Tatiana and Isis. If they ever get to be seen by the world I hope they become great role models for young women. Women that are imperfect, women that have positive and negative attributes, relateable women!

"Be kind. Be brave. Be outspoken. Be beautiful. Be humble. Be heroic. Be strong. Be wise. Be stubborn. Be rebellious. Be spontaneous. Be sensitive." - Unknown

Evee D.
Headstrong, Business Savvy, Beautiful, Intelligent, Sexual and Emotional, Stubborn, Wild, Bitchy
*
Student. Business Operations Manager. New Yorker. Twenty Two.  

Evee snapped her finger as their waiter came over and she handed a black card which he took happily.
“Yeah besides I have talk to Professor Clare over my thesis paper about my business plan according to him I have great ideas but unrealistic ways of obtaining my product, he said that I cannot distribute it in the way I would like, I don't know why he can just say, Evee I have no faith in your job” Evee rambled.
Evee was on her way to obtain her Masters in Business at New York University. However, her brash persona unsettled the faculty and no one wanted to work with her except Professor Clare. He could see her brilliance despite her attitude and took her under his wing. Top of her class, she was well on her way of graduating with Honors.
“You are intelligent Evee … why do you act like a spoiled pouty princess?” Ella questioned.
Evee rolled her eyes as the waiter handed her the receipts and walked away. Ella reached across and grabbed one of the receipts and scanned the numbers. Evee knew what Ella hinted at however she could not help it. Evee hated to be second to anything and strived for number one. No one was perfect and she could not accept that.
“I don’t know what you mean”
“What’s 18% of $42.50?” Ella asked.
“Like $7.65 … why?” Evee said and signed the check.
“That’s the tip but you did it in your head Evee, no one does math like you but sometimes you act so …” Ella said and tilted her head.

Charlotte D.
Powerful, Kind, Hopeful, Trusting, and Broken, Sensitive, Pessimistic, Moody 
*  
Student. Phoenix Witch. New Yorker. Seventeen.   

Daniel saw Ashley pinned down under Charlotte who held a black athame in her hands. The two struggled with one another and fought for the knife. Charlotte placed her knee onto Ashley’s chest and immobilized the girl with her hand. Daniel felt his heart race and felt the need to stop this before Charlotte made a mistake.

“Charlie no!” Daniel boomed and sent her down the hall.

Surprised at his own actions Daniel took a step back, Charlotte dropped the athame midair as Ashley watched the interaction. Daniel in shock of what he did, didn’t realize his consequences. Ashley went forward towards the athame that had fallen by Daniel’s face.

“Danny no!” Charlotte cried as Ashley grabbed the blade and kicked Daniel in the face. He fell onto the ground and his eyes widen.

“Stupid human and their emotions” Ashley smirked.

“What?” Daniel asked in confusion as Ashley created a green ball of light in her hands.

“You’re not human?” Daniel said and backed away from her.

“No, you’re funny and cute but slow” Ashley said as Charlotte raised her hands out sending flames towards Ashley who transported behind Charlotte.

“This ought to keep you busy” Ashley said and snapped her fingers.

Daniel was surrounded by twenty guys with malevolent look in their eyes and chuckled towards Daniel.

“It’s me and you” Ashley said glaring at Charlotte who seized her.

Ashley felt dizzy when she felt herself be transported to the other hallway and kicked to the ground.

“Bring it bitch” Charlotte yelled and sent a fireball at Ashley who dodged it.

Ashley raised the blade with a taunt smile and threw an energy ball at Charlotte who deflected it with a wave.

“That’s all you could do?” Charlotte said.

She raised out her hands sending a ray of dark red light towards Ashley who held her hands up to deflect it but started to feel weakened by the great strength. Ashley called for someone named Krenshaw who appeared in a beam of smoke.


Isis B.
Serious, Focused, Independent, Resourceful, Honest and Scared, Cynical, Impulsive, Secretive 
*
Apocalyptic Warrior. Chosen One. City 7. Fifteenth.   

She didn’t understand why they even left in the first place, it was a possibility that Angelo had mentioned it. The atmosphere was filled with small markets and crowds of people screaming at one another over food. It was true what they say, Talbot seemed like hell. Women sold their young daughters for a few pennies, men watched other young boys fight till the death and the elderly were robbed.

A group of teens surrounded an elder woman and pushed her around. She wore a tattered jacket and held a coin purse. Her nostrils flared as she approached the rag tag team and glared at them.

“Leave her alone, you freak”.

Why did she become a crusader over the last few days, why did she care for others well being lately?  

“A girl speaking back? To Us?” A tall, lanky boy cried and reached to grab her. His arm frozen by her touch and prevented him from to grab her, she bent it in an upward position and broke it by the elbow.

“She doesn’t like to be touched” Ramon sarcastically added hiding his smile.

The pain was evident in the boy’s face as he collapsed to the ground and held his now unnatural angle arm. Eyes scoured around, the elder woman had escaped back to her home and a crowd had grown due to the commotion.

“Time to go”.

The three pushed past the angry mob and ran down the sanded streets towards black brick homes.

The youngest of the trio spun in laughter and he made a hand motion of his head exploding.

“It’s like you are some crazy warrior”.
His childlike views of the world put her to ease a little and she even cracked a small smile. Don’t smile! It went away instantly and the child giggled and saw a shabby brick home where a woman stood.

Tatiana R.
Creative, Trusting,Sympathetic, Hardworking, and Possessive, Overcritical, Bossy
*
Writer. Lead Reporter. New Yorker. Twenty Five.    

“Tatiana”



I spun in my purple office chair to see Marisol stomping her foot and holding a stack of folders.

“Marisol”

“Great article Tatiana, but maybe you want to branch from your political stance of the woman of color writer" Marisol said as she held my article within her hands.

“No” I responded cooly and turned back in my chair.

I could feel her brown eyes burn a hole into the back of my head but instead I opened a new browser tab and went to my emails. Neither of us said a word and neither wanted to be the first to break.

“I am the lead editor ” She growled.

A cocked eyebrow and a sour smile, I turned to face her one last time. She was sporting her all black outfit with her curly hair pushed into a tight bun. She missed a few hairs and her makeup wasn’t doing its job today to hide the dark circles. I could tear her down with just a few words but I chose not to.

“I’m your best writer Marisol, whether you like to admit it or not. So no I will not hide the fact that women of color needs a bigger voice in the literature world”

I spun away from the fuming woman and began to check the emails from over the weekend. Her retreating footsteps could be heard clacking across the floor and I could let out a sigh of relief. I still had a job.
 
 

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