The Future Abstaining

It’s finally getting cold enough outside to start feeling like winter all the time.  The last couple of mornings it started out in the 30s and hasn’t actually gotten much over the mid 40s by late afternoon, so I guess one can assume it won’t be long before we start getting snow around here.  I’m got the mukluks ready to go–now all I need is the snow.

Writing last night was kind of strange.  Didn’t quite get to a thousand words, but I did make it three quarters of the way there.  It was like a kept having problems figuring out what I was going say, even though I knew what I was going say.  I even found myself repeating stuff I’d already said that having to go back and make certain that I didn’t do that.  I’ve had this happen before, but it’s been a while since I’ve had to deal with this.  Could be I’m tired: could just be a lingering bit of depression.

Whatever.  I’ll cross eighty thousand words tonight, and once I do that I will only be one hundred and seventy thousand words away from a huge milestone: a million words written for this series.  Yeah, quite a lot there.  I should have a party on the cross that finish line…

"I never thought I'd get here.  But I'm always thinking that."

“A million words!  All unpublished!  Um…  yay!  Time for tacos!”

Speaking of tacos I can use us right now–

So, what is Annie and Kerry thinking of at this moment?  Annie’s done worrying about Emma and Kerry and she have made affirmations of love once more.  But Annie isn’t about to let that last one go–

 

(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)

 

He raised his head up and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “Do that and we miss out on whatever we’re going to get from The Three Bindings.”

“I know.” Annie allowed her shoulders to droop as she sighed. “I know we’ve done well when it comes to not fooling around that way, but sometimes—” She stared at Kerry for a good five seconds. “I want my husband to make love to me and I don’t know if I can wait five more years.”

“Don’t I know that.” Their burgeoning sexuality was something they didn’t need to discuss: they were both aware of the changes in each other’s bodies and the effects it was having upon them. They kept reminding each other that at their age intercourse was out of the question, but Kerry knew the more they mention that, the more they were only reinforcing the fact that their astral binding—and by extension the other two bindings that would eventually lead to the mythical The Three Bindings and whatever gifts it would bring—had become barrier to engaging in actions that they knew other kids their age were doing at school.

Kerry wrapped his arms around Annie held her tight. “Don’t worry, we’ll get to that one of these days. And when we do, it’s going to be fantastic.” He lowered his voice and spoke in a soft murmur. “Besides, our visions showed that the first time we do that, we’re in the loft at your lake house. We want those visions come true, don’t we?”

 

Annie has always been the more mature of the two in this couple.  She shown that emotionally and of late she’s begun to show it sexually.  It’s a simple fact: girls develop faster than boys and a lot of different areas, and when it comes to sexuality they usually have a better understanding of what and who they like earlier on.  Emotionally, Annie was in love with Kerry at a very early age and the same situation is beginning to present itself here, with Annie developing a more mature outlook on their coming sexual relationship.

Kerry, however, seems aware of it as well.  This is not the same kid who flew off to Boston two years earlier: Kerry has matured emotionally as well, though he still a bit behind his sweet little cabbage roll in that regard.  And, in a way, where it comes to their sexuality he seems to spend time trying not to think about it, whereas Annie is thinking about it and doing what she can to repress it.

It was only a short time ago that Deanna told them that in the way she felt sorry they would have to go through this whole situation of having to fight against their instinct to be together.  If they were normal witches it would probably be a done deal: they’d have “done it” already and continued on with their relationship in a fairly normal fashion.  Although, with these two, is there any such thing as normal?  No, not really.  They’re not like all the other witches and likely never will be like them.

And that just makes everything that much harder.

Speaking of visions and sexuality, there are a few more thoughts shared between them on the matter:

 

“Of course we do.” Annie kissed him then whispered in his ear. “But we both know, visions can change and sometimes not come true.”

Because of all the reading he had done Kerry knew this was true as well. There was another variable to put into play, however— “You built your lake house because of a vision and you included that loft because you know something happens there on one particular night.”  He touched the tip of Annie’s nose. “I don’t want you to miss out on that, Darling, because I know if you don’t get to live that vision, you are going to feel disappointed.” He set his hands upon her shoulders. “And I will do everything I can to keep you from being disappointed that night.”

Annie reached up and took hold of his left wrist with her right hand. “The only way you could disappoint me as if you weren’t there that evening.” A mischievous gleam formed in her eyes. “Or if you drink too much wine and you’re, you know…”

Kerry didn’t need it spelled out for him. “I promise I will not drink too much that night. Though if your parents have champagne—”

The cabin lights flickered and came on under low illumination. They both knew what this meant: the hostesses would be coming around to check on the students and see who had come out of adjustment and who was still under. For those who were still under they could administer a reactant that would wake them after five minutes, at which point all cabin lights would come to full illumination.

Annie looked about their private quarters. “The hostess will be here in a few minutes.”

“Yeah, fun time’s over.” Kerry looked toward the door and let out a sigh. “We could just lay here like this; the hostess won’t say anything.”

A slight grin began forming on Annie’s face. “In that case you might want to stop touching my breast.”

Kerry immediately pulled his right hand away when he realized his hand had slipped from her shoulder and was touching her there. “Sorry.”

Annie appeared ready to come back with comment when a slight chime sounded through the private compartment. She rolled off Kerry and faced the door, propping herself up on her right elbow. “Come in.”

 

You gotta love Annie: and I getting married for at least another five years and already she’s telling Kerry, “You better not get drunk at our wedding reception, because I don’t want to have to deal with that on our wedding night.”  By that time in their lives the probably be good enough with transformation magic that they can purge the majority of the alcohol out of their system and not have to worry about a possible fiasco that evening.  Still, one could look at what Annie is saying and remark, “Man, she starting to nag him already.”  Just make sure you don’t remark too loudly around her.

Tomorrow I should be ready to finish the scene.  What I mean by that is I should be ready to finish showing you the scene: the scene’s been finished for quite some time.  And once that’s over, I’ll be ready to take them home.

Really, it’s been such a long time in coming.

‘Vikings’ Season 4 Part 2: Episode 12 Recap, “The Vision”

There are Vikings at home and they have a flightless Australian bird! Da Fuck?

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History's 'Viking,' Season 4B, Episode 12, Torvi [Image via History] Okay, now before I start this recap on Episode 12 of History’s Vikings, we need to have a little chat about the elephant in the corner. Or, in this case, the emu in the midst of Viking Kattegat. WTF History? I mean, what the actual fuck? Okay, I can come at how funny it was to see Travis Fimmel (who is Australian) look that bird up and down, but, seriously? It’s an emu. In a Viking settlement approximately 900 years prior to white man’s discovery of Australia.

But, hang on a minute, didn’t someone once report about a Viking settlement found in Australia? Yes, they did. That site was World News Daily Report (WNDR). A website that states the following on their Disclaimer page:

WNDR assumes however all responsibility for the satirical nature of its articles and for the fictional nature of their content…

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Finally On My Mind

Well, I slipped up last night.  I made it to six hundred words before realizing I was about to launch into a wordy section of the new scene, at which point I thought, “I could do this tomorrow,” and relaxed.  So almost seven thousand words in seven days, but it seems like I’m back in a kind of groove.  At least when I’m ready to write.  We’ll see.

Now, back to the excerpt of yesterday, which has the Lovey Dovey Couple laying in bed chatting.  That’s a pretty common thing to do, so why not let these guys do the same?

And in talking while flying along at ten thousand meters, Annie has a question:

 

(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)

 

Kerry looked at the ceiling imagining some of the conversations Annie and Helen had while alone. “I’m sure it’s gotten colorful at times.”

“Um, hmm.” She stopped playing with Kerry’s hair and began tracing the outlines of his ear. “My love?”

There was something in Annie’s tone that immediately put Kerry on guard. “Yes, my darling?”

Annie remained silent for a few seconds of she ran her finger over his lips. “I’ve never really wanted to say anything about this because I don’t want you to think that I don’t trust you, but…” She rolled on her side ahead still against Kerry’s chest, but Annie looked off towards the head of the bed. “If Emma should try anything during The Polar Express—”

“I will shut her down immediately.” Though The Polar Express wouldn’t happen for several more months, he had given some thought to the fact that Emma and he would be completely alone for at least two nights. He didn’t expect anything to happen the first night, as that would be the night they would jaunt somewhere into Canada, set up their campsite, and go immediately to sleep so they could prepare for flight that coming morning.

It was the next evening—when they would have to spend a night in the wild together—that concerned him the most. He felt that if a chance arose where Emma would actually try to proposition him, it would happen at night. He didn’t think she would, however—

I know Emma well enough that if she’s still carrying feelings for me when we leave on the trip, she’s going to say something. It would be kind of stupid for her to do so, but where her feelings are concerned, she doesn’t always think.

 

For close to three years and three-quarter of a million words I’ve been asked at various times, “Why isn’t Annie concerned about Emma?”  Here we find out that, yeah, at this moment in time the idea of Emma being with her soul mate in the middle of kilometer after empty Canadian kilometer is making Annie wonder, “Will that stupid bitch actually try something?”  And to Kerry’s credit he’s already anticipating the possibility that his wingmate might decide to “do something,” even though she’s been told more than a few times that she’s never advancing beyond “good friend” no matter how much she wants more.  Because he knows there are times when Emma doesn’t think.  Like when hormones are involved.

Now, I’m almost certain that I’ll be asked, “Why doesn’t Annie just warn Emma away?”  And that’s a good question, probably one Annie’s asked as well–

"I could solve so many issues with Emma if I just killed her now..."

“I could solve so many of my issues with Emma if I just killed her now…”

Okay, maybe she hasn’t.

Let’s face it:  Annie knows she shouldn’t confront Emma at this point.  One, it makes her look like a jealous girlfriend and Annie doesn’t want to come off that way.  Two, she knows Kerry won’t give into temptation.  Why would he when his OTP is right there in bed with him.

And three:  Annie’s been infected with the same hormones the rest of the girls around the school and maybe she’s not one hundred percent certain Emma might not cause her to lose her temper.  If that were to happen, smart money is on the sorceress bitch to put down the Ginger From Bolder for good, which is something else Annie doesn’t want to do, either.

None of it matters ’cause Kerry has a cunning plan…

 

And he was ready for her. He was determined to let her down gently—because the last thing he wanted was a pissed off girl as his wingman in the middle of The Polar Express—but at the same time you make it extraordinarily clear that her chances of gaining his affections were far less than zero. In a way he hoped she’d say something before the end of the year because it would cause far less drama than pushing her back into the friend zone somewhere in the middle of Frozen Bollocks, Canada.

He lightly touched Annie’s cheek. “Hey, lovely girl.”

She turned to look at him. “Yes, my love?”

Kerry stroked her cheek. “There’s just one girl who I’m ever gonna sleep with and she’s right here with me.” He shook his head. “I’ve already told her, in no uncertain terms, that she doesn’t stand a chance of getting me to do anything. You are my first and only girl.”

Annie moved up and planted a strong, passionate kiss upon Kerry, one they held for nearly a quarter of a minute. When they finally broke she returned to using his chest as a pillow. “You are the only one who will ever get my virginity.”

He couldn’t help but hear her chuckle. “What is it?”

She rolled on her stomach and rested on his chest so they were face-to-face. “If it wasn’t for the fact I started my period yesterday, I would be tempted to lose my virginity right now.”

 

Okay, Annie!  Thanks for the TMI, girl!  And just like Kerry everyone now knows when Annie has her period.  And that there will be only one guy she’ll sleep with.  And whose hormones seem to be affecting her…

That last is nothing new as we’ve seen her bemoan the fact that she can’t have sex yet.  If this girl is having these issues at thirteen, what’s gonna happen with her in a couple of years?  Sounds like another “talk” is in order and Coraline should see to it soon before that whole Three Bindings thing goes up in, um, smoke.

And speaking of that–they’ll speak of it tomorrow.

Sensitive Discussions

This is the part of the presentation where I tell you I started a new chapter last night.  And guess what?  I did!

Right here it is!

Right here it is!

The new chapter is Annie and Kerry and all their little B Levels getting together down the lower levels of the tower.  Why the lower levels?  Well you’ll find out probably a week or so, because that’s about how long it take to get to the new scene I’m on now.  Six nights of writing: six nights of a thousand plus words.  And right now I’m just a little over two thousand word short of eighty thousand, which means if I write tonight and tomorrow night at the same pace, I’ll pass eighty thousand words Wednesday night.

Not a bad deal, I’d say.

So now we get in to what I think it’s one of the most unusual scenes I’ve ever written.  The reason it’s unusual is because I’ve never written this sort of scene before. Oh sure, I’ve had my kids in similar situation, but not this exact sort of scene.

And what exactly are my kids doing?  How ’bout you see for yourself?

 

(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)

 

Kerry came out of adjustment slightly disoriented. The room was nearly pitch dark and there was a soft, ever present hum all around. He closed his eyes and drew in several deep breaths, letting his head clear. After a few moments he knew exactly where he was: winging somewhere along the eastern coast of Canada, very likely between two and two and a half hours away from their landing at Logan International Airport in Boston.

He was conscious of someone in the bed next to him. Correction: she wasn’t just next to him, she was lying against this chest, content and singing softly to herself in Bulgarian while her fingers danced over his stomach. He buried his face in their chestnut hair and kissed the top of her head. “Good… afternoon, I suppose.”

“It is.” Annie ran her fingers up his side and touched first his cheek, then his lips. “I’m glad you’re awake, my love.”

He tousled her hair. “How long have you been awake?”

“Maybe five minutes.” Her fingers moved down the curvature of his neck and over his shoulder. “I knew it wouldn’t be long before you awoke. So I relaxed and made myself comfortable.” Her hand stopped in the area of his left nipple and she emitted a soft giggle. “Won’t be long before these start getting extremely sensitive.”

 

Okay, yeah… One of the things you have to come to expect is that when you go to bed together, you wake up together.  And sometimes when you wake up together, you lay in bed and talk.  That’s why I said I’ve never written this sort of scene before.  The closest I’d ever come to this was from their time in Kansas City together in the A Level novel where they were sitting in bed and talking before they went to sleep, and then waking up together in bed while dreaming in the B Level novel.

But by now they’ve gotten used to the whole, “Well honey, it’s time for bed, let’s snuggle little and fall sleep,” way of life.  When they first started waking up together they probably lay under the covers and look at each other and giggle and snicker and maybe kiss and cuddle.  Now?  Annie just camps out on Kerry’s chest and sings to herself in Bulgarian.  And talks about Kerry’s nipples.

And that leads to this exchange–

 

The last thing Kerry wanted to talk about were the parts of his body that were going to exhibit tremendous change after his transition, and his nipples were one of those areas. “They’re sensitive enough already.” He chuckled as he moved her hand away. “I don’t know that they need to be any more sensitive.”

Annie turned her head and looked at him with a naughty look in her eyes. “You don’t seem to mind how sensitive mine get.”

“Well, yeah, but you’re a—” Kerry stopped but realized that the damage was done. And Annie knew exactly what he had been about to say…

She finished his statement. “A girl?” Even in the darkness her smile was radiant. “My love, there is so much you’ll need to learn.”

He grunted as he slid up his pillow, elevating his head. “And I know you’ll be there every step of the way teaching me.”

Annie rested her chin upon his chest. “If I don’t teach you, who will? Maybe, Erywin? Or Wednesday? Maybe Deanna?” She tilted her head slightly to the left. “Maybe get one of the older girls to show you things, like, perhaps Nadine or Riv? I know: Emma—”

The last name cause Kerry to burst out laughing. “Emma would lose her shit if she found out I could change into a girl.”

“Not that you have yet.” Annie played with his hair. “You used that expression a few times in Paris.”

He didn’t need to ask what she meant. “You mean lose your shit?”

“Yes.”

“It’s what all the cool kids say these days.” He began wrapping a strand of Annie’s hair around his left index finger. “It’s not like I swear like Nadine.”

Annie watched his actions out of the corner of her eyes. “She’s a bit like Helena in that sense.” She snorted. “One day I’ll tell you some things Helena has said while we’ve been in the Black Vault.”

 

We know from past novels that there are things about Annie that Kerry knows–like when she is having her period, for example.  And that probably relates back to how he knows certain parts of her anatomy get sensitive.  Like her nipples.

Then again, that has to make you start wondering: did he learn about it some other way?  My kids are thirteen with Annie going on fourteen, and if already been exposed to things that most Normal kids would never know at their age.  Like how each other are going to look naked when they get married.  I mean, honestly, Annie is already seen Kerry make it a couple of times in real life, though on those occasions he was usually busted up from a racing accident.  But naked is naked no matter how you cut it…

And now are beginning to see a few changes in their language.  Kerry starting to get a little more free with some swearing.  This isn’t unusual for Annie: we’ve seen her swearing as far back as the A Level novel, though she’s already told Kerry on a couple of occasions that his parents treated him like shit.  We’re reaching that point in their lives where they are no longer tweeners and they’re transitioning into young adults, so a lot of these changes are going to take place.

Annie teasing Kerry about having to learn Girl Instruction from some of the older girls is something we’ve never seen any due before.  Why?  Because is nothing she would ever do in public.  While there may be some playful teasing of Kerry now and then, she would be very careful about where it would happen. She would never do anything that would embarrass him in public, just as she knows he would never do anything that would embarrass her in public.  That’s the sign of a healthy relationship: you keep stuff like that in private or semi-private situations.

But we all know when it comes to his upcoming transition, Annie would never ask another girl to help Kerry out.  Though the mentioning of one of those names is going to bring up an even more interesting conversation in the next excerpt…

HBO’s ‘Westworld,’ Season 1 Finale, Episode 10, “The Bicameral Mind” Recap

After so many spins and turns and fake-outs, the grand plan of the park finally plays out in true “Game of Thrones” style…

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HBO's 'Westworld,' Season 1 finale meme [Image via HBO] Right off the bat, let me say, that no matter how many articles I have written about Westworld, and how many times I have watched Season 1, I still feel like Jon Snow when it comes to knowing what needs to be known. But, here goes, this is my interpretation of what I saw in Episode 10 (entitled “The Bicameral Mind”) of the Season 1 finale of Westworld. I will break it down into characters and groups to try and make it work.

TL;DR: The hosts are alive. Everyone else is fucked.

HBO's 'Westworld,' Season 1 finale, Episode 10, Armistice, Felix, Hector and Maeve [Image via John P. Johnson/HBO]

Maeve’s Group

Maeve (Thandie Newton) gets herself made over completely thanks to that little fire she and Hector (Rodrigo Santoro) started in Episode 9 of Westworld. This also makes it easy for Sylvester (Ptolemy Slocum) and Felix (Leonardo Nam) to remove that pesky little explosive device that keeps her…

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‘The Walking Dead,’ Season 7, Episode 7: “Sing Me A Song”

This is one time Carl probably wishes he’d stayed in the house…

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AMC's 'The Walking Dead,' Season 7, Episode 7, Michonne [Image via AMC] Here’s what I thought of Episode 7 (entitled “Sing Me A Song”) of AMC’s The Walking Dead, Season 7.

So, Episode 7 of The Walking Dead starts out promising: Michonne (Danai Gurira) is out alone, following trails in the middle of the road, killing walkers, dropping her bag and sword and looking like she is faking her own death. Totally sounds like a legit plan for Michonne to carry out. While everyone thinks she is dead, she can sneak up and take out Negan (Jeffrey Dean Morgan).

Except this isn’t her plan.

Instead, she creates a roadblock and traps one of the Saviors, asking her to take her to Negan.

CF:  And we had to wait like 75 minutes for this to happen, at least here in the US.  Such is the night.

Rosita (Christian Serratos) convinces Eugene (Josh McDermitt) to make her that…

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Preparation to Destination: Westward Bound

All was good on the writing side last night.  For the first time in a long time I cleared twelve hundred words.  Sure, it took writing in the morning and writing at night to get that, but it was done.  And in doing that much I not only finish the scene, but I finished the chapter, and I finished Part Two.

The proof is always in the posting.

The proof is always in the posting.

So 30,000 plus words written for Part Two: not bad.  Slightly more was written for Part One, but then, everything that happened in Part Two took place over the course of few days and consisted of a lot of Kerry moping.  Kerry moped a lot in Part One, too, some sensing a pattern.  Don’t worry, is away from the parents so is going to be a much happier boy soon.  Though, at Salem, happiness is relative.

Oh, something else: after three years I finally hung up art work.  Both are pieces by Karen Hallion, and artist whom I love.  I have one hanging over my computer–

That would be this one.

That would be this one.

–and another will be peeking out behind me the next time I do a video, so you’ll get a chance to see it.

And speaking of scenes finished, here you get the rest of the scene of the kids leaving Paris.  You want to see what happens?  Here is.

 

(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)

 

While Kerry slipped on his robe he examined Annie’s pajamas. They were much like she’d seen her wear during their stay in Paris: white yoga pants and a matching camisole over which she wore a silk floral print robe. “I can see your—” He touched himself just over his heart.

She nodded. “I noticed that when I was putting them on.” Annie shrugged. “None of the other students are going see it, and I’m certain that, just like on all the other flights, the hostesses are APs and it’s not as if they’re going to say anything.”

There was a buzz at door and Laverne entered carrying a tray with two flutes of champagne. She had one to Annie before giving the other to Kerry.  “Compliments of the flight crew. It’s not as if you can leave Paris without having a little champagne.”

“Thank you.” Annie sat her glass upon the side table. “We had some for dinner one night: it’s good to have a nice reminder of that evening as were leaving.”

“Then you have more to enjoy.” The hostess moved closer to the door. “We’ll be pushing back momentarily.”

Kerry sat Annie’s right as he always did.  “Champagne for dinner; champagne for take off—” He took a sip. “This is really going to spoil me.”

Annie chuckled. “You’ll have to tell your parents to stock a good vintage when you return in the summer.” She raised her glass and clinked it against Kerry’s. “To our first visit together to Paris.”

“And to many more to come.”

As they took a sip the pilot came on the intercom and informed everyone they were pushing away from the gate and preparing for takeoff. They fastened their seatbelts and sat back and enjoyed the quiet in the private cabin. They said nothing as the huge A380 taxied around the airport and join the other aircraft waiting to take off. It was only when they were all those in position for takeoff that Kerry took Annie’s hand and kissed it. “Sorry I was such a butthead, Darling.”

“I understand, my love. When we come here again I know you will be in a much better mood.” She leaned over and gave him a passionate kiss. “And we do know where we’ll stay.”

“That’s for sure.” As the engines wound down into silence he squeezed Annie’s hand. “Here we go.”

The engines opened up and the A380 leapt forward. Annie and Kerry continued holding hands as they rocketed down the runway, seeming completely content content. As the aircraft nosed up and left the ground Annie raised her glass and looked out the window. “Au revoir, Paris. Nous vous reverrons.”

Kerry raised his glass and looked at the vanishing city beyond the windows. “See you, Paris. We’ll be back—” He turned to Annie, who turned to him. “I promise this with all my heart.”

 

So they have it: the kids are finally winging their way out of Europe and returning home–home, of course being the school of Salem.  Not much there to do except watch them kick back and enjoy champagne in the pajamas.

In a way it’s kind of nice to be two scenes ahead of what I’m posting.  Now I feel as if I can take a break and not have to worry about getting something out.  It will also give me a chance to do something this evening–do a couple of things, actually.  But now, what I need to do, is post this get ready for work.

As usual, I’m already wondering what I’m going to wear…