Meet Kate Trinity, Author

It’s my pleasure to welcome Kate Trinity to my blog!

Please tell us a little bit about yourself.

Cactus owning, cat slave, cowboy boot wearing, coffeeholic, writer of horror and fantasy.

How long have you been writing for?

For as long as I can remember. I wrote stories, poems, and songs from a fairly young age. Then I would stop for a while and become interested in other things – horses, music, kickboxing. But writing has always been something I’ve gone back to again and again. Those ideas just keep popping into your head no matter what you’re doing.

What is your writing process like?

When I wrote It is the Demon in Me I started with pen and paper before typing it all up. But now I get an idea and open up a blank document on the computer (I can type faster now too). Sometimes I start the story straight away and other times I plot it so I don’t forget anything. Some days I can write 10k words, others I might only manage 500 – if I only write 500 it’s probably a difficult part to write or my character took the wrong path and I need to go back a way to change their choices.

Do you have a writing routine? If so, what’s a typical day like for you?

I usually sit down at the computer at about 10am after I’ve done a few household chores and made a coffee. Then I deal with social media for an hour or so before opening whatever manuscript I’m working on. Some days I’ll write till 2 or 3 pm before taking care of other things like possible book covers or copywriting for people. Whilst other days I can happily sit at the computer till 8 or 9 at night because the story is just flowing.

What motivates you to write?

It’s more of a compulsion. The story plays around in my head until I agree to begin writing it down. Then I set goals for myself, figure out roughly how many words it needs to be, and what my self-imposed deadline is, before figuring out how many words I need to write a day. There are always days where I just don’t want to write and I’ve learnt that it’s better to take a day to myself than try to force myself to keep working because the following day I’ll be back at the computer and on schedule.

What was the first thing you did when you found out your book was being published?

I went into my kitchen and made a huge chocolate cake, with chocolate frosting. And shared it with my kids.

Are you currently working on anything new?

At the moment, I’m working on a script. I began writing the story as a book and realised it would make a much better movie. So, I figured I’d give script writing a shot. There’s also the Moribund which is a story appearing in parts on my blog I’ve written a few chapters and if people enjoy it I’ll post a new chapter about once a month.

If you weren’t a writer, what would your career be?

Probably something sciency – I have two degrees (a BSc and MSc) in Forensics, and Fire and Major Incident Response. Or horses, I always enjoyed working with the horses.

What is the easiest part of writing for you? What is the hardest part?

The easiest part is the bit in between books, where you’re letting go of one story and allowing another to enter your brain. The hardest part is everything else because it’s a lot of rushing forward and hauling yourself back. There’s always a process of getting the ideas down before going back over them to see if they work, fit, sound right. Oh, and opening that email from the editor to say they’re done with your manuscript.

What’s one thing you learned through writing that you wish you knew before you started?

I always used to get the most incredible pain in my right hand and I put it down to the weather, writing too much, and past injuries from kickboxing and working with the horses. Turns out, it was the mouse. The best mouse is a gaming mouse – exactly the right shape. I’ve only had one for about the last year but the difference it’s made is amazing.

What is your favorite book or genre? Is there a special book that made you realize you wanted to write?

I’ve always loved Westerns, Horror, and Thrillers. And I can often be found curled up with a good fantasy or sci-fi novel but I’m a little bit more particular about those.

I don’t think there was ever a book that made me want to write but there were a few that influenced the first things I wrote. The first story I wrote -about novella length- was a western. I wrote it by hand and somewhere I still have it in a binder. Maybe one day I’ll get around to typing it up.

What advice do you have for aspiring writers?

Do a little research on the story arc – once you understand how that works with the brain, to help the reader become involved in your story, you’ll find plotting that much easier.

Is there anything else you would like to share?

If you have a cat like me, get yourself a large bowl and put it at the end of the desk. Or nearby. Maybe with a little cat nip in. It’ll keep the cat from sitting on your keyboard – for a little while at least.

About Kate:

11 countries, 2 degrees, a love of animals, and all things supernatural. When Kate isn’t writing she’s baking and loves to decorate cakes in unusual ways. Brought up around steam trains, her father was an engine driver and her mother a nurse in St. Luke’s. The eldest of five siblings and with 2 children of her own her family is a large one. After the break up of her marriage and becoming unwell Kate began to write, and never stopped. Her world is filled with gods and demons, monsters and fae.

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It is the Demon in Me (Book 1)

Sheriff of the Eternal Law (Book 2)

Short Story Sunday 129: Watchers (Part One)

            Yellow. It was all I could see in the black of night.

Dad had tucked me into bed just moments ago and it had already showed up. Usually it took about an hour for it to come, but it was right on time tonight. It seemed to be coming earlier and earlier.

I didn’t know what it was or what it wanted. I didn’t know what it was doing there or where it came from. It didn’t do anything. It didn’t bother me. It just stared.

The yellow eyes stared at me and never blinked.

I lay stiffly on my back in bed. My blankets were pulled up over my neck covering me completely. I peeked over my covers also trying not to blink. I was afraid if I did the yellow eyes would move elsewhere in my bedroom.

I felt as though I needed to keep an eye on it just like it was keeping its eyes on me.

However, I did sometimes try to close my eyes and sleep. It never did anything except watch me and I always eventually fell asleep as tired took over. When I woke up the next morning, it was always gone and I was always okay. The only way I could get through the night was to just fall asleep in hopes morning would come faster.

So, pulling together the little courage I had, I closed my eyes.

“One, two, three…” I counted to myself hoping that would help me sleep faster. “Four, five, six…”

I opened one eye slightly. It was still there. Watching.

I squeezed both my eyes shut. “Seven, eight, nine…”

I opened my eyes again. “Ten?”

It was still staring. I sighed. And then it did something it had never done before.

It blinked.

“Dad!” I sat up straight in my bed screaming as loud as my lungs would allow. “Dad, Dad! Come quick! Hurry!”

I heard heavy footsteps pound up the stairs. I breathed deeply anticipating my dad to open my bedroom door and charge right in. He would get rid of the yellow eyes for me. Right?

My bedroom door opened the light from the hallway streaming through the cracks. Dad flicked the light switch. My eyes squinted in the sudden bright light. Once my vision adjusted, I pointed to my closet.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Dad asked in a panic.

“There’s something in my closet.” I whispered. Though I didn’t know why I whispered. If it was still in my closet it could probably hear me. It probably knew why I had called my dad to my room.

Dad sighed and his shoulders relaxed. He cracked a smile. What was he smiling about?

He walked over to my closet and opened it wide. There were my clothes hanging neatly on their hangers, my clothes hamper on the floor beneath them, and my various pairs of shoes surrounding the basket.

He turned around and pointed to the inside of the closet. “See? Nothing here. No monsters.”

I blinked. Of course it wasn’t going to be in my closet. Dad was there and the light was turned on. Why would it stay in the closet for Dad to see it?

“It must be under my bed now.” I said. That was the only other place I could think of for it to hide.

Dad chuckled and walked over to my bed. He got down on his fours and stuck his head under my head. “Nope. Nothing here.” He sat back up resting on his knees. He took my hands in his smiling.

“You’re okay. There is nothing in here. We have an alarm system, no one can get in.”

“It’s not no one, though. It’s a monster or something. It doesn’t need to come through the front door.” I stated.

“Maria, there are no such things as monsters.” Dad stood up and tucked me back in again forcing me to lie down once more. He kissed me on the forehead and walked back over to the door.

“I’m right down the hall if you need me.” He winked turning off the light again. Then he closed the door.

I pressed my lips together trying to keep my nerves in check. The room was pitch black once more and my vision wasn’t adjusted to the darkness.

I looked back over at my closet. Dad forgot to close the closet door.

The yellow eyes were back.

And this time he brought a friend.

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Saturdays and Contests


Saturday is probably the most favored day of the week by people. Monday through Friday are typical work days for most and Sundays just mean the weekend is over.

For me, I love Saturdays because they are probably the most productive day of the week for me. Every other Saturday, at the very least.

I’ve gotten myself into a pretty good routine. Every other Saturday is cleaning day for me. I clean my office (organizing things, dusting, vacuuming, the works) and do the same to my bedroom. I clean the bathroom, I wash my bed sheets, vacuum the stairs, and clean the fish and/or turtle tank if they need to be done. I usually have a TV show playing in the background to keep myself company. Then I take a shower and then write or edit for the rest of the day.

Today I got a lot of writing done. I wrote the next two Short Story Sunday posts and I continued to type up my edited first draft of Detective Florence. Due to my Disney vacation, I got way behind on that. I’m probably going to be working on that off and on for the rest of the night.

I also brainstormed a bit on something else. Writer’s Digest’s Popular Fiction contest is here and the early-bird deadline is less than a month away. I always tell myself I’m going to do it every year and then I never do. This time, I have three ideas for it. I’m not sure which I want to go with. I think you can send in multiple submissions, but I’m not entirely sure. So, I want to go with one for now… plus, there’s an entry fee.

The Popular Fiction contest is a short story contest of 4,000 words or less. The deadline is October 15, 2014 with an entry fee of $25. The early-bird deadline is September 15, 2014 with an entry fee of $20. As you can see, the early-bird is cheaper. The story needs to be one of six categories: romance, horror, crime, science fiction, young adult, or thriller.

I have an idea for romance, crime, and young adult. The young adult one is already written. It just needs fixing up. The crime one already has characters (meaning Detective Florence), and the romance one is based off of my Short Story Sunday #18.

So, I don’t know. Time is running out, though. I know I technically have until October, but it would be nice to save five dollars. 😉

Lovely Finals!

Are You Ready For This One…?

I told you all that I am in school, correct? Well, this week is finals week. I only have two finals for the five classes I am taking. Tonight I took my Algebra II final. Here’s some background info for you before I tell the story:

I got an A in Algebra II during my junior year of high school. Then, when I took my placement test when I got to college, I placed into Algebra II. This forced me to take it before I moved up in math. The professor I took it with was a doofus. He had a thick foreign accent in which I could not understand anything he said. He bellowed-no, not spoken like a normal human being-he yowled like a pack of wolves feasting on a full moon. Most people raise their voice a tad bit to emphasize a word. No, not this guy, but how could he? His voice was already at the maximum volume. Yes, this guy would stomp his foot when he emphasized a word. He stomped his foot so hard on the ground as though he was a two-year-old not getting that lollipop he so desperately wants. Also, he assigned us homework and then the day the homework was due, he taught us how to do it. I got a C- in the class. Due to being in a special program, I needed a C or above in all my classes to pass. This caused me to take it yet again. I took it online because I could not deal with another professor. I got a D that time around because my professor was anything but helpful.

So, this is my third time taking it. I took it online. The professor has been the best one I’ve had so far (although I have to say that I still don’t like her very much…) and I have my boyfriend helping me out. I picked a smart one, thank God. I have an A right now, so let’s hope that this final doesn’t bring it all the way down. If it does go way down, even if I still make it with a C, I’ll have to retake the course because (since everything was online) they will assume someone else did the course for me. Yes, I had help. No, he did not do the actual work. He taught me. Ugh. Anyway….

Now that you see my frustrations with this class, you see why I was so nervous. The test was 6-8 PM. I exited the building that the library is in. All the way down yonder straight ahead was the building that I needed to be in. It’s a less-than-five-minute walk, but it looks as though it’s ten minutes. Now it’s the end of the semester, it’s night time, no one is there. There was not one soul. The whole campus was empty. The parking lots were full, but no one was around. It was cloudy, drizzling a little bit and it was getting a little on the dark side. I slowly walk. Alone. By myself. I say to myself, out loud: “I feel like I’m in a horror movie…it’s a ghost town!” Then what do I hear? Crows. Now I really feel like I’m in a horror movie! I quicken my step and then I make it to the building. Wonderful.

I enter said building. I was due to be in room 217. I assumed that was the second floor. Where is this second floor? What floor am I on? I am in a small hallway with two stair cases; one up and one down. Well, logic says down is the basement and up would be floor one. Let’s go up. Due to the rain, my shoes squeaked. No one was around, so I walked funny up the two flights of stairs as though I was dancing because the noise made me laugh. I see a door. I peek through the door. I see room 203 across the hall. Second floor, yay! I enter the bigger hallway and look to my right. There are a few kids sitting in the hallway. They look at me. I look away and then do a double-take. No, they weren’t looking at me. They were staring at me! Why…? I don’t know. I was confused. So, I smiled and gave them one of those head-nods and walked in the opposite direction. Luckily, that was where my class was.

I enter the classroom. There are three kids there. They all stare at me. What is everyone staring at me?! “Is this the math final?” I ask a little annoyed. “Algebra II?” one of the girls respond. “Yes,” I nod. She nods.

I go in the third row all the way to the back seat. I look to my right and next to me, but two rows over, is a guy in a suit. He wasn’t bad looking, but he was all hunched over and looked like a dweeb. I look to my left. The girl who answered me was in the next row, but in the very front seat. Then there was another chick that was four rows over in a middle seat. I look straight ahead and let out an exasperated sigh as I scope out the room.

Where is the clock? I cannot be in a room without a clock. How am I supposed to know the time? This is absurd. It’s madness! Oh, there it is. It’s on the bulletin board…right. Because that’s the first place people look for a clock! Then I realize that it’s 5:35…wait, what? Why am I here so early? How did I get here so early? Whatever…but now what am I going to do as I wait…?

I try to shift my feet, but the slip causing a loud, high-pitched squeak. I giggle. I keep moving my feet to keep making the squeaking noises. I bob my head back and forth and look a little to the right and then see Mr. Dweeb next to me giving me a dirty look. I pause and slowly look the other way. Wow. I sure got on his nerves…let’s do it again!

Trying not to laugh out loud, I start shifting my feet. I have a huge grin on my face as I stare at him, but his back is turned towards me. He’s not looking. I keep shifting my feet. Well, now he’s just being boring. I keep doing it as I look over to the other side of the room and there I see the two girls both giving me nasty looks. I stop immediately. I have to admit they looked a little scary to me. Even after I stop they still glare at me. So I smiled at them. They both look away without smiling back…I think one of them rolled their eyes.

Now before I explain this I have to say one thing: even though I was squeaking my shoes on purpose, this was actually not meant to bother them. I wanted to bother them with my shoes, but when I realized they could probably jump me, I decided against bothering them. But…I just had to crack my knuckles. I had no idea that all ten knuckles would crack and they would be at once causing it to be extremely loud.

Without missing a beat, all three of them whipped their heads around and gave me the nastiest looks I had ever seen in my life. I mean…it was just hilarious. I smiled at them and I even waved, but I didn’t get much of a response from any of them. They just looked away and then (this was an accident, too) I laughed. Out loud. One of them glanced over at me real quick, but that was it.

I have to say, I think I did pretty crappy on the test. I don’t understand how I could do something like that with all the work I have done with my boyfriend, but I guess we’ll just have to wait and see. Either way, good grade or bad, that math final was the highlight of my night. For that reason and also because when the test started, the proctor moved all our seats so we were closer together. Usually they move us farther a part in case of cheating, but whatever…anyway, I got to sit behind the girl who answered me at the beginning. I could tell by the look on her face that she was not amused.

I have to admit-it made me smile.

…I am so not a nice person…