I’ll tell you, Sundays are never a good day. I was busy all morning, busy all afternoon, and by the time you get to writing you feel dead–exceptionally dead. Sort of like the Resident Evil movie that was on last night: brain dead but still moving, albeit slowly.
However, I did think more on the idea I posted yesterday about the Mórrígan and Åsgårdsreia students–mostly the girls, the boys would probably feel foolish–squaring off during the Samhain Ball in the great hall. Since everyone’s in costume, you’ll have your various interpretations of the Goddess of War on one side of the room, and your Valkyries and shield maidens on the other, and it’ll be like:
Yeah, I gotta write that. Even if it’s only a short scene, and it’s taking place outside the Hall, and they aren’t really using swords, but being how they’re all witches and gifted students and technogeek mad scientists, they can probably come up with something else.
Part of the business was due to an article I was writing. There was tons of research I needed to do, and at one point I was getting tired hunting down the correct papers I needed to write. Still managed to get out five hundred words, and I’m not finished. I’ll do my best to get that wrapped up by this weekend, though no promises.
That meant when it came time to actually write last night, I did about five hundred and fifty words. Not a good total, but I’ll take it. As I’ve mentioned before, some times you feel the words, some times you don’t, and perhaps it was a combination of being tired and feeling distracted that put me off my count. Not worried, not worried: I’ll bounce back tonight, hit a thousand, and start my, “Helena is a Bad Girl” section of the scene. It’s gonna be great.
One of the things I like doing is setting my story in the current world while indicating that most, if not all, of our pop culture references do exist. You’re in a school full of witches and super powered kids, with a mad scientist thrown in here and there, and when you have a room full of eleven-year-olds, who isn’t expecting to hear something asked based upon what they may have read or heard in the Normal World:
(Excerpt from The Foundation Chronicles, Book One: A For Advanced, copyright 2013, 2014, by Cassidy Frazee)
“This leaves sorcery. Whereas the other disciplines can used against another person, sorcery is designed to work against a person, whether directly or indirectly. You all encountered what Professor Sladen eloquently called the ‘Hell Shawl’ yesterday—” Helena grinned, satisfied by the looks on the faces of her students. “An example of my handwork.
“Sorcery is all about dominating people, controlling them, hurting them . . . killing them. You can do it directly, or you can do it with cursed items and various chemical product—” She heard a few students say, “Potions,” and almost mentioned that it was a good thing Erywin wasn’t there to scold them, for if there was anything she truly hated, it was hearing her lovely formulistic magic called potions.
“There’s also two lesser branches to sorcery: necromancy and daemonmancy. Adric will instruct you in the ways of dealing with spirits and the recently deceased, but even he won’t touch necromancy—we teach you that together. As far as daemonmancy is concerned . . . I only teach that on a need to know basis.” She half turned to her right. “I doubt if many of you will need to know.”
Helena was ready for her experiment. She had every student’s attention, had then following her every word—and now it was time to do what she’d planed for most of the week. All she needed was for someone . . .
“Is there like a main spell used for killing people?”
She didn’t know who asked the question, but Helena didn’t care. Every year someone asks that, and I have to answer. She turned her attention back to her students. This year I’ll have help . . . “There is more than ‘a main spell’. I can think of a half-dozen different ways to kill someone with little more—” She raised her right hand and snapped her fingers. “Than that.”
With that out of the way. . . “Miss Kirilova.” Annie’s eyes snapped towards her. “What is the name of the discipline set aside for the various means of killing within sorcery?”
That Helena: she doesn’t care to keep hearing about all this fantasy crap, does she?
Lastly, I was upset–well, just a little–that Orphan Black‘s Tatiana Maslany didn’t win a Best Actress Golden Globe award last night. You play seven characters, some whom interact with each other in scenes that take the better part of a day to film, and people just don’t give you props. I’ve fallen in love with Orphan Black, mostly for the acting and writing, and the life Tatiana brings to each member of the Clone Club.
The hell with them. Lets get out on the floor and move to our groove. Go, little psycho bitch, go!