Teaser Tueday #1: Sex, Drugs, and Steampunk

I know it's not Tuesday, but I still wanted to do this. I missed this week's Teaser Tuesday and Psychology of Character thing and Web Fiction Wednesday. I didn't do in my mailbox because I haven't finished the books I had from the week before and the library is under construction and everything is all rearranged and scary so I can't find any books.  I have an HIV/AIDS Summit to help plan for my internship this week and some workshops to do at the local high schools, so needless to say, things have been really hectic. I promise to get caught up and even ahead because school starts in two weeks and it's going to be insane.

At any rate this weeks teaser comes from Sex, Drugs, and Steampunk, a story about a girl in a small town with an extraordinary talent and a boy with a deadly secret. (a better summary coming soon). I hope you enjoy it. It's loosely edited, so if there are mistakes, I'm sorry. This is a first draft so naturally things will be revised when I finish. And now without further adieu:

Alessandra wasn't sure what she was going to find when she walked into The Last Resort. She had been there plenty of times to meet clients and people who wanted her specific set of skills. It wasn't that she was unfamiliar with the place, she knew the owner, Donte, and his beautiful wife, Luna, and their two year old son. If something was about to happen, they'd look out for her.

Alessandra looked at the paper, reading the scrawled description. The note had been attached to the collar of a black cat with purple eyes. Alessandra glanced around. She wasn't exactly sure who she was looking for. Curly brown hair, incredibly handsome, tall, lean,etc... all the pompous description of a client she knew she was going to dislike.

Alessandra looked up and saw a a young man sitting in the corner. He had shaggy brown hair that was in definite need of a good scrubbing and a cut. His thick bangs hung in front of his eyes, so she wasn't sure what color they were. They looked light, perhaps light gray or blue.

He wore a newsboy cap, a black shirt, and gray trousers, all in various states of disrepair. Around his neck was a black fur like a silk scarf. It looked odd on a young man, but when Alessandra noticed the moving tail and the flicking ears, she realized it was a cat. The same black cat who had delivered the letter.

"You must be Alessandra," the man said with a grin. Underneath his curly bangs, she could see his eyes. They were crystal blue, his gaze was unwavering.

"And you are?"

"Noah."

"No last name?"

He shrugged.

Weirdo.

His accent sounded foreign, but she couldn't place the country. Moraa, perhaps? Why he was here in Acapella, on the other side of the Atheria, was anyone's guess.

The waitress, Daisy, came over. "Hi, Aless. It's nice to see you."

"It's nice to see you too," Alessandra said, though it wasn't really the case. She liked Daisy well enough, but she was a little airheaded. Daisy turned to Noah.

"Well, would you two like to order?" Daisy asked.

He rattled off a list of food in that weird accent. The young man ordered at least four dishes and large pitchers of alcohol as well.

"I hate when guys order for me," Alessandra grumbled.

"Oh... you wanted something too?"

"I'll have the dumplings and the noodles with a milk tea," Alessandra said. It was her usual, she wasn't even sure why Daisy had asked. Alessandra watched Daisy leave and then turned to Noah.

"So, what do you want?"

"I want you to fix something for me," he said. "That's what you do right? You fix things."

"Yeah, that's what I do," she said with a smug grin. She was good at what she did, but mostly she was because she had cheap prices and a lot of time on her hand. The town was small, so most people knew who she was and the kind of work she did. They let her do small jobs around the house and worked her way up from there. Just today she had to fix six steam generators. "So what did you want fixed? Why did you have to be so skeevy about it?"

"Skeevy?"

"You had a black cat deliver this letter to me, then you meet me at Last Resort, why couldn't you just approach me like a normal person?"

"Drinks!" Daisy called out, setting down the pitcher of alcohol and her milk tea. Noah grabbed the pitcher and chugged. Alessandra took a sip of her milk tea. He didn't approach her like a normal person because he wasn't a normal person. He set the pitcher down and licked his lips.

"What do you know about magic?"

"Not much."

"Good, that's good," he said, drinking more of his drink. "Gosh, this tinkerberry beer is good."

"Will you stop drinking and tell me what you want?"

"It's my arm," he said in a whisper. Alessandra leaned in just to hear him. She glanced at his arm, which hung limply at his side. She hadn't notice that he didn't use his left hand.

"What's wrong with your arm?" Alessandra asked, wondering why he was whispering.

"It's all wonky," he said.

"I'm not a doctor," Alessandra said.

"I know," he smirked. "You're a mechanic."

Character Spotlight #2: Noah

In continuing with my #WeSeWriMo character spotlight, I give you Noah St. James.

Author's Notes: Noah is fun to write. He's smart, crass, rude, and a complete jackass. What bad boy isn't? He's a genius with designs, but a failure at actually building those designs(this is where Alessandra comes in). He is the standard drifter just rolled into town looking for a job. He's ruthless, selfish, and has little sense of what's right and what's wrong. Then he gets punished for his crimes, regrets said crimes, and now is being punished by people who want him to continue those crimes, and is officially being punished for the other crimes. He's being chased on both sides and he doesn't really care who he uses to stay alive. Doesn't he just sound absolutely charming?

Once again using Janice Hardy's questions.  I apologize if this is spoilerific, but he is the catalyst to the story.

Character Spotlight #1: Alessandra

WeSeWriMo Progress: Finish the Episode I'm working on


Web Serial Writing Month or #WeSeWriMo is a month long foray into the wild worlds of web serial writing. For those who don't know what a web serial is it is basically a serialized novel that is put online for others to read. However, the thing that makes it less like a novel is the fact that you can actively engage in the work by talking to the author and making suggestions and influencing the story at hand. (ErgoFiction has a really good post on web fiction and why you should read it)

Back in 2007, I started my own web serial, It's All Relative. However in 2009, life became too much and I had to stop writing. Now I'm back and I'm starting a whole new serial. 

Sex, Drugs, and Steampunk(working title) is about Alessandra, a 19 year old girl taking care of her family bakery and Noah, the guy who steals her moped, blows her a whole in her roof, and literally break his heart. Alessandra needs to get out of her stifling town and Noah is the only one who can. Well, he's not the only one, but he needs her and she knows it.

I used Janice Hardy's questions because character sheets never seemed to work for me. It helped me keep their hair and their eyes color straight, but beyond that, they never really seemed to get down deeper beyond one-liners about the personality.

Author's Notes: Alessandra, or Al or Aless (as she's affectionately called in some circles), is a joy to write. She's so frustrating sometimes. Last night I wrote a scene that had me totally angry with her. I spent the whole day analyzing if that was something she would have done. And yes, it was. It was stupid, shallow, and narrow minded. I thought about cutting the scene, but it's so revealing of her character and the length she is willing to go to regain her sense of control. I love writing her. She's a strong female protagonist, but she isn't so strong that she doesn't have any limitations nor is she weak that she caves under everything. I think there's a good balance of both.

Anyway, here are the character stats and whatnot for her. I tried to make them as spoiler free as possible.

Works in Progress

Untitled Contemporary YA- For the past three years since he was adopted, Max has been trying to be the best adopted son possible. Even though he knows it's not possible now, he is still afraid that he might get sent away if he isn't perfect. Max makes good grades, plays in the band, joins clubs, all the things that college admissions counselors are looking for. The life of perfection comes to a halt when Max meets Isabelina "Izzy" Rodriguez-Smith, a firecracker of a girl with a less than stellar reputation at a party. At first, Max and Izzy ignore their initial meeting, dodging each other at school and pretending that night never happened. However, as punishment for sneaking out to go that party, Max is sent to a foster kids support group aptly named "On The Right Track". To his surprise, Izzy is also a part of this group. Izzy and Max start a secret Saturday relationship while pretending not to know each other while at school. After stealing Izzy's file from the "On the Right Track" counselor, Max learns that Izzy is a troubled girl with dark and painful secrets. Now she has a major secret that threatens to upset Max's picture of perfection and his chances for a full ride scholarship for the university of his dreams.Will Max give up his dreams to make Izzy's come true?
           Plotting stage- first 18 chapters are plotted, just need to figure out the conclusion.
           Next Stage- Writing the rest of the darn thing. 


It's All Relative- Aoikin University is not an ordinary college and its students aren't  ordinary students. For one thing, Aoikin Unversity is in the magical world of Atheria, a world previous blocked off to most humans. Its students are the best and brightest magical creatures the world has to offer. Some creatures are familiar like nymphs, dragons, phoenixes and others like the animal-humanoid creatures called an Animari are not so familiar.  Sora Kainomori and her new friends are college freshman eagerly awaiting their first year. Takun Kuroshiro, the Prince of Atherian Celebrity Royalty (and the "princesses" he hooks up with) can't wait for the year to be over. Sasuke Kohakume, a dedicated senior is only a few credits shy of graduation. When a peaceful protest over a string of major attacks turns into a deadly riot, the paths of these students and their friends intertwine with terrible consequences. Now instead of midterms and finals, they are each being sucked into a violent revolution in different ways. And you thought your college years were hard.
                 Brainstorming the structure(Multiple POV similar to The Help) and the plot(completed).
                 Writing on hiatus

Untitled Dystopian Fantasy/Colab Story- One thousand years into the future, the world has expanded and exhausted every inch of land. Hurting for resources, the people of the world are forced to move upward towards the sky. The new world has turned into one giant vertical City Planet and is broken into nine levels, with each level building on the remains of the levels before it. Arden St. James is a Level One "Roach" in charge of sanitation and death disposal. She prepares the dead by logging them out of the city-planet's system. Arden decides that she's fed up with being a roach when she gets the wild idea to use a stolen ID pass and a family pass from a dead Level Three woman. Arden plans to use her newly acquired passes to help her brothers and her friends get the food and supplies they all so desperately need. More importantly, the pass gives her the chance to look for her scientist father "Robert" St. James, who disappeared six years ago. Arden's plan goes well, until she gets caught by Roone Veritas, a boy from the highest level, Level 9. As Arden tries to run away, she and Roone uncover something dangerous beneath the surface of their vertical city.
Free Writing------ Currently Doing
Planning my parts  of the book------- Currently Doing        
First Chapter Due------ July 31


Quarter Life Crisis: Tales of Super Senior (Comic)- a semi-autobiographical tale about a girl in her early twenties trying to figure out what she wants to do with her life and all the wonderfully strange people she meets along the way.
           Planning Stage- Figuring out what events I need to include.
           Next Step: Taking an art/photoshop class. Read comics, imitate art styles. (I'm really looking forward to reading the Scott Pilgrim Series, I'm loving the simple animation style and bright colors)

Counting by Najela Cobb

I think this hate all started when Megan was forced to hold my hand any time we went out as children. I think she hates me because I could never stay put. She was truly her brother's keeper. It doesn't help that I have to walk the thirty seven steps from my bedroom to her bedroom to count the three hundred and seventy nine pink and black polka dots on her bed sheet everyday when I get home at 3:30.

It takes two hundred and thirty four steps from Megan's room to the kitchen. There's a green apple in there. Wash it six times and wash your hands six times. Okay. After circling the table six times and pushing my chair in and out four times, I sit down.

Anyway, I was saying that this all started when Megan was forced to hold my hand everywhere we went. I had a bad habit of wandering off. At first, she didn't mind. We're twins, we were always meant to be together. Mom even put us in matching colors. Megan would wear green skirts and I would wear green overalls. Or sometimes it would be blue. But never red, red gave me a headache. We'd walk hand in hand around the school, at the park, and at the store announcing our twinliness to the world.

"This is my brother, his name is Josh. We're twins!" She'd shout to everyone we came in contact with. Megan was always the talkative one, she talked enough for the both of us. She did have a head start, she started talking at nine months. I was three and I think my first words were "candy" or something. 

 

"I wish I had a twin, then we'd switch places." People would say. It doesn't exactly work that way, I wanted to tell them. Not when one of the twins is defective.

I don't really remember when the quirks started. Yeah, quirks. That's what mom calls them. When I think of quirks, I think of things like not liking tomatoes because they're mushy or eating mayonnaise straight out of the jar. Those are things that don't interfere with your life.

The things I have? Those are called tics, but mom won't admit that. It makes me sound crazy, like there's something wrong with me. Of course there's nothing wrong with me. I'm just like the other tree-licking, head-banging, and hand-flapping kids. The tics are just a symptom of an underlying problem. The kind of problem that gets you tested and put into special classes.

Mom constantly watches the old videos of Megan and me as toddlers. She says she likes to watch them for the memories, but really I can tell that she's watching to see where she went wrong. Why did one kid come out perfect and the other one not so much?

In one video, mom's favorite, Megan's singing and dancing to "Achy Breaky Heart" and wearing a pink cowboy hat, cowboy boots, and a pink Disney Princess pull-up. Then there's me looking in her general direction, holding my ears and rocking back and forth. I'm screaming.

"Josh, be quiet, I'm dancing," Megan shouts, hands on her hips. Dad comes in and picks me up.

"It's okay, Josh. It's just music," Dad says. He goes to pick me up, but I start banging my head against the cabinet. "Hell, if I had to listen to Billy Ray Cyrus, I'd do the same thing." That's the last thing he says before Mom sets the camera on the ground.
 

Megan is crying. "What about me!?" The camera cuts off.

That's the last time we see Dad as himself and the last time we see Josh the slightly odd toddler. The years following we see Josh, the problem child and we see less and less of Dad. Early start counselors fear going to our house because I didn't even acknowledge their presence. I didn't talk. I hit and I bit people. I'm the kid that pushed my sister into the coffee table and cut her eye. There's still a scar there. Most of the sessions, I just rock. Back and forth. Back and forth. Much like I'm doing now.

When we're seven, Dad finally says he's tired of this family. He's tired of his distracted wife and his needy daughter. Most of all he's tired of his defective son. Mom lets him leave saying she always had to take care of the children and that he never helped anyway. His presence was making things worse, though the tics got worse after he left. Megan and I watched him go. The look in her green eyes say it's my fault. I'm counting the forty two freckles on her face.

After Dad left, Mom decided that the more capable twin is supposed to look out for the lesser twin. You tell me what happens when you take an outgoing and popular girl and force her to watch over her crazy brother who checks all seven doors in the hallway at school and the six doors up the forty two stairs to the second floor. Six years later, you wonder why they hate each other. You can only tie up a dog for so long before he finds a way to get out. He's either going to chew through the rope or bite your hand.

The door opens and I see Megan in her cheerleading outfit.

"Josh! What are you doing here?!"

"I live here." I'm laying flat on the floor with my nose pressed to the beige carpet of the living room.

"No, I mean, what the hell are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

"Is there a way we can get rid of him?" Her boyfriend of the week, Andy Smalls, whispers. 

 

"We can go upstairs," Megan says.

"I don't want to... you know... with your brother in the house."

"Don't worry about it," I say. "She does it with every other guy she brings here."

"Josh!?" She shouts indignantly. Her face is bright red and Andy Smalls is chuckling. She turns to the hulking mass of male in front of her and pushes him upstairs.

"Are you sure, Megs?"
 

Megan does that strange thing with her nose, like she smells the boy's locker room after enchilada day (I don't doubt that she knows what it smells like either, she is dating a football player). "I'm positive."

Andy smirks.

"Keep it down," I say. "And wash the sheets when your through, they smell." I also want to say they have thirty seven bright orange, neon green, and electric blue stripes on them. The door slams and rattles all eighteen windows in our house.

Four official boyfriends. Six one-night stands. Two long term relationships. I don't know what Megan's looking for with all these guys.
 

Mom works double shifts at the grocery store. Sixteen hours a day, seven days a week. That's one hundred and twelve hours away from us the needy daughter and the defective son. Legally she can't leave, but she wishes that she could have before Dad left. There's got to be a law saying someone shouldn't work that hard. I'm sure there is, but mom doesn't care. She's got to put our gluten-free food on the table somehow.

Then there's me. It takes thirty three steps from the living room to the family room, so I can put the seven pictures of Dad and all of us down on their faces. I think Mom and Megan put them up when I'm asleep. It's been nine years since Dad got tired of this family. Three thousand, two hundred and eighty five days. I still count them, just out of habit. 

Author's Notes 

Attempting to be a little more Awesome

I've been wanting to do more with this blog for a long time. I've been reading some blogs that are just crazy, outrageous, TMI, yet interesting. Some people have platforms like "I'm only going to read books by XYZ author" or "I'm a published author and I'm going to blog about how to be as cool as me" or the always entertaining "I'm a very opinionated person and I'm going to blog about all the things that piss me off". Then you have people like me. The most boring people in the world.

I like to read, but I don't have a particular type of story or type of author I like to read. I read the stories that sound interesting. Most of these would include YA novels because they are quickly paced and tend to have fresher writing in my opinion. I'm trying to be a bit more proactive in choosing authors of color, but at the end of the day, the story has to be good.

I like to write, but I don't ever finish anything that I try to write. I've been working seriously on IAR for 3 years (8 years if you want to get technical) and I still have nothing to show for it other than a really nice website that I partially coded myself. None of my ideas are ever seen to fruition because I can't get rid of that inner editor. I can never get myself to write the first draft, something always prevents me for pushing the story forward and I have no clue what it is. 

I don't blog about the few interesting things that happen to me because I rarely go out. I like staying at home, locked in my room with a bag of pita chips, roasted garlic hummus, and a can of root beer, reading books with the TV on mute in the background. When I do go out, nothing out of the ordinary happens. I don't really party and if I do, I don't really do anything at the parties worth blogging about (although there was this one time in Orange County...). I drink, but I rarely get drunk.  I don't do drugs intentionally and never been in the position to do them unintentionally.

I don't really rant about people or things because too afraid to offend people if I name them, in case they do read this blog. I could definitely rant about work but I'm afraid that I'll get fired if I say something negative in a public space no matter how vague I am. I actually like my job(s).

I don't have a boyfriend, I'm too self-absorbed, selfish, and too lazy to put in the effort into maintaining a relationship while I'm juggling work and school. The guys I'm attracted to (which is few) seem to be just as self-absorbed as me. It can be done, but it's not worth the hassle and the drama. So since I don't have a boyfriend, I don't go out and have casual sex. Hell, I'm proud to admit that I'm still a virgin. I don't have the time or the energy to engage in that kind of lifestyle at this point in life. My reasons are selfish. I need security and commitment because I'll be damned if I have to take care of a kid by myself. The child's already at a disadvantage having me for a mother, so I need to get my shit together before I can even think about having kids or getting into a relationship for that matter. I owe who ever I'm with at least that much.

I don't have much of opinion about anything. I'm not for or against a lot of things. Most of the stuff that people are fighting for, I really don't care about. Everything has a lot of gray area for me, like abortion or gay marriage or those controversial subjects.

I still want to do more with this blog though. I want to get more vocal about the gray areas that I see. I want to talk about race, sexuality, writing, reading, work, crazy situations that I get into, random musings, bits and pieces about works in progress, worldbuilding, and everything inbetween. I'm not going to put them all on different blogs, frankly because I don't think I have enough to say about either of these subjects to fill up an entire blog. I guess I shouldn't worry about offending people. There's a lot of people who are wrong on the internet and there are a hell of a lot of people who write offensive things. I won't be doing this on purpose, but I do realize that some of my opinions don't fit with the mainstream, but that's okay.

I want to challenge myself to write something, be a little bit more raw in my blog. I tend to use discretion when I speak what's on my mind, so I'm not going to set out to hurt someone's feelings. I'm not going to hold back as much as I usually do. It's not that I'm dishonest or making up shit just to put in my blog or one of those people who only does things just to brag about them in their facebook status. I'm just going to be a little less formal and PC and a little more true to myself and how I feel without worrying about people's feelings.

So starting in April, I'm going to kick off the blog with a post about my spring break in Las Vegas. I'm going to talk about race, writing, sexuality, my views on things in society, and push myself to be more outgoing in the future. I'm still going to be reading and writing book reviews. Check it out.

Uhopping Adventure: Secret Son

Author's Notes: Sorry for the late post. There was a mini crisis at work, but now, crisis adverted and on to some more baby snatching adventures. . At any rate, some notes about this story. This story takes place long before our current heroes were ever thought of. For this U-hopping segment, I decide to go way back to the beginning with Vincent, the ultimate evil and villain in the current It's All Relative storyline. (definitely a candidate for the Evil Baby Orphanage, even if he is fictional). I feel really guilty for not being able to write a web fiction so this idea prompted a series of short vignettes about our characters, with the first being Vincent Akukami. So I hope you enjoy this post and if you want more U-hopping action go to the Strange Little Band LJ community and join and read all the baby stealing craziness (and read SLB  and all the other contributing authors work, you will not be disappointed).

Now without further adieu, I present "Secret Son".  

Secret Son

    The carriage ride from Idriova castle to Hirotaka's was pretty uneventful. The countryside was beautiful, but she had already seen it when she came to Idriova castle nearly a year ago to "seek refuge from the world" as her father put it. Everyone in their little town knew that she had been kicked out for being seventeen getting knocked up. It wasn't her fault, but she heard the mumblings and murmurings of the city folk. She had asked for it. She got what was coming to her.  

    Now Hirotaka wanted to see his son and Iracine couldn't deny him, lest she be beheaded or hung. 

    Vincent yanked the strands of her black hair and whined for her to continue bouncing him on her knee. She had been doing for the past hour. Before then she was rocking him, and before that she was tickling him, and before that she was singing to him. She knees were killing her, he was quite heavy for a nine month old, but every time she'd stop for just a moment, he'd start protesting. She already several scratches and bite marks from his fits.

    "You're spoiling him, Ira," her lover, Oliver, said. "Don't give him the power."

    Iracine chuckled at the thought of having a power struggle with a baby, but she knew Oliver was right. She couldn't bare to see her son in discomfort though. He was just a baby, but he was a cursed wolf and life was would be difficult. She could afford to indulge her son for just a little while longer.

    "This is a good workout," Iracine said. "If I can keep this up, I can have this baby bulge under control in a few hours time." 

    Oliver sighed and stretched out his arms. "Come to me, Vincent."

    The child looked confused and gave an apprehensive whine. "Come on, Vincent. Go to Rem." The child, thankfully went to Oliver and Iracine sighed with relief. She looked at the pair; Oliver with his brown hair and blue eyes and Vincent with his snow white hair and lime green eyes. Oliver certainly wasn't obligated to be in Vincent's life, but she hoped that he would be regardless. Oliver was more of a father to Vincent than Hirotaka was.

    Iracine wondered why Hirotaka suddenly wanted to see Vincent. Was it a publicity move? She heard that Hirotaka's wife was unable to produce a male heir, maybe he wanted some way of showing that it wasn't his fault. His seventeen year old mistress was able to have a son, aside from the white hair, freaky green eyes, and dangerously sharp teeth, a perfectly healthy son.

    "Mr. Remmington, Ms. Andwendyl, we have arrived at your destination," the driver said.

    Oliver spoke up. "Thank you... er..."

    "Anderson." Iracine filled in. Oliver's face was bright red. Iracine turned to face Hirotaka's castle. It appeared to jut out from the earth like a black blemish.

    Iracine took a deep breath. She felt Oliver slip his hand into hers, while carrying Vincent with his other arm. Together they walked towards the castle.

   

            *        *        *

    Hirotaka saw Iracine from the window and narrowed his eyes. She was with another man and that man was holding a child that was clearly not his. Hirotaka knew that was his son he could tell from the boy's white hair--maybe the only thing they shared. Hirotaka sent his wife out to be pampered for the day, she had been so depressed with the last miscarriage and all. He honestly didn't care about that, but that was the story he would tell the press if they ever asked. He needed her out of the way so he could talk to Iracine, the woman that should have been his wife, the mother of his son. 

    "Is that him?" a woman said from the shadows. "Do you even know the boy's name?"

    "Does it matter? You'll have him soon enough," Hirotaka said to the woman.

    "You can't do this on your own," she said. There was a tap on the door. "So I've enlisted in some help."

Works in Progress 2

January 2010

* Revise Ms. Desena----January 18. Up for critique Jan 6.-Jan 11. on Critique Circle.
* Update Riverless City. Submit for Critique January 24 January 12. Changed into a prose poetry format and turning it in for workshop.
* Continue writing Infinite Alice. Get up to episode 10 by the end of January. Roughly 3 chapters a week.(0/10)
* Finish Part One (10 Episodes) Script Bible of It's All Relative. (0/10)

Works in Progress Schedule

Infinite Alice- 20 chapters plotted out, first chapter 1/2 written.  
Ms. Desena- Up for critique Jan 5-Jan 12 on Critique Circle. Revision scheduled for January 18.
Against Giants- Need to rework the plot. Rework scheduled for February 2010.
Catch a Star- Need to rework plot. Scheduled for Spring 2010 (possibly for another creative writing assignment depending on what classes I get)
Welcome to Indiana- On Hold
Untitled Romance- Scheduled for Winter 2010. This may be my assignment for my Prose Poetry class, depending on how the class is structured.
Love in London(Tentative Title)- An idea I had on the way to pick up my dog from the vet. It is based on my adventures in London. Scheduled to write Spring 2010 (possibly for a creative writing assignment, depending on what classes I get)
Riverless City- a poem about my school. I will need to update it. Scheduled to write second part Janurary 2010. Due by Feburary 2010.

Three Month Plan:
January 2010

• Revise Ms. Desena----January 18
• Update Riverless City. Submit for Critique January 24
  
• Continue writing Infinite Alice. Get up to episode 10 by the end of January. Roughly 3 chapters a week.  
• Finish Part One (10 Episodes) Script Bible of It's All Relative
  

February 2010

• Submit Riverless City to literary journal
• Rework Against Giants.
• Finish First Draft of Infinite Alice by the end of February.

March 2010

• Rework Catch a Star.
• Submit Third Draft of Ms. Desena for Final Critique March 21.
• Line Edit of Infinite Alice by the end of March. 
• Finish Part Two (10 Episodes) Script Bible of It's All Relative. 
• Brainstorm and Character Development for Love in London.