Here we are: sixteen hours and thirty-eight minutes, and we get the NaNo Party started. I went to my kick off party last night, said hello, got my goody bag, spoke with some of the people who are going to try this. Everyone there was new: I was the only hold over, save for our area leader, from last year. Is this good or bad? Yes. Go with it.
The time to write is approaching, as are The Witching Hours. Time to run the kidlettes around for trick-or-treat, then find something to play at 12:01 AM, when NaNo kicks in and makes life crazy for the next thirty days.
This post isn’t so much about NaNoWriMo as it is about the person writing the NaNo Novel for 2012. Or what they’ve learned from their writing. Because we do learn from writing, and from the experiences it brings us.
I’ve got to go back about a year, however–back to the days when I was role playing, back when I was writing about Kerry and his lovely Annie.
Back when I was sick from work–as opposed of being sick of work, but that’s another story–I told people about the issues Kerry had with being himself. Or should that be, herself? ‘Cause Kerry exists in one world with two genders, and has the ability to switch from one to the other when he feels like it–
Only, come October, 2015, his better half ends up having to deal with menstruation, and that means having to spend time really being a girl, not just flipping over into girldom when the mood strikes, or he’s getting a full physical. So it’s during this first time of dealing with the Dim Red Tides that Kerry stays his girly self for almost a week, and–at the suggestion of one of the instructors he respects a great deal–she gets renamed Cassidy, which is Gaelic for “Clever Girl”.
The school that Kerry and Annie attend have a Samhain celebration every year, which includes a dance where one can, if they are in the mood, come dressed in costume. It’s always held on the Friday or Saturday closest to Samhain Eve–or Halloween, as most people know it–but this October, in 2015, Halloween falls on a Saturday. This means that the dance–which is just a bit of secular fun for the kids to enjoy–coincides with the true festivals that begin at sundown, on Samhain Eve, and continue through the next day, 1 November, the actual day of Samhain.
This also means that Kerry is dealing with another period, and he’s flipped over to Cassidy. This means she’s attending the dance with Annie, and they’ve both decided to show up in costume. Since Cassidy is a bit of a geek, and because she wants to have fun and not give a shit about the fact that a lot of people will be looking at her anyway, decided to show up as an Amy Pond Kiss-o-Gram, and Annie shows up in her River Song finest.
They talk, they dance, they enjoy themselves. Cassidy has a couple of people give her shit, but she blows them off well and good. In the end, they sneak out of the dance for a bit, talk some more, and steal a kiss in the same spot where Annie and Kerry first kissed the same night they came to the school and were placed in their coven.
Then Annie tells Cassidy they need to walk between the bonfires . . .
Bonfires are a tradition during Samhain. People would toss things in, old clothes, food, the bones of slaughtered animals, and watch them burn. It was all about cleansing, getting rid of the old and greeting the new. Some places have bonfires side by side, with enough space to walk between, so that one is purified and cleansed, leaving behind the ashes of their old life, and ready to face the new.
This is what Annie and Cassidy have at their school. In a large field, there are two bonfires, and students are encouraged to dance about them and walk between, a symbol that they are leaving behind one more year, and facing the new, clean and untarnished.
I hear you going, “Yeah, but where is this leading, oh Scribbler of Words?”
Here you go: characters teach you things, not only about your stories, but sometimes about you. Cassidy was a character that came to me very easy, because she’s a cute, smart, geeky girl who accepts that there’s really nothing different about her, and that those who see her as a “freak” or “strange” are people who just can’t deal with this thing known as reality.
But then a lot of my female characters came to me easily. Audrey Dahl was the first, she of psychic ability and fireball throwing. The same with Jennette Hagart, the Nerd Girl Who Became an Ass-kicking Sorceress. But Cassidy spoke loudly to me, because she touches me like few others.
Because I am Cassidy.
A few people have asked about the name change that came to my blog, which was the same name change that happened on my Facebook Page. Some even noticed that the changes came about on or about 10/11/12, which was Coming Out Day. There is a reason behind this: it was time to come out.
I’m transgendered. I’ve been this way my entire life. But this year, in a year of much change and, in some cases, great hardship and insanity, I needed to get real with myself. I started seeing a therapist, and I began the journey toward becoming the person I actually am.
I’ve begun taking steps towards being Cassidy, the woman I actually am. It’s happening slowly, and it’s going gradually, but it’s happening. In a few years time, the old me will be a memory, and Cassidy Grace Frazee will be a fact of daily life.
Oh, and she writes, too. She’s very good as well–as good as me, I might point out.
What a surprise.
This is my life. A few people close to me have known this for a few months, and they’ve supported me, which is a great thing. I don’t expect things to become easy, but then, I’ve not known a lot of easy stuff for the last fifty years. Why should the remaining ones be any different?
Annie and Cassidy walked between the bonfires that Samhain Eve night. They felt the fire wash over them, felt the heat upon their skin, and when they emerge out the other side, they were clean and new. They were different people, and they’d never look back from that moment. One day I’m going to write this story–
But there is another I have to concentrate upon at the moment.
NaNo is a crazy time. Halloween is a crazy time.
But a certain ginger girl reminds me that life is crazy, and you gotta deal with what comes your way. Follow your instincts and you’ll find your way through the fire. I know, however, I’m never going to get burned. I’m always going to come out the other side shiny and new.
Because I’m nothing if not a clever girl.