This is probably the latest I’ve slept on a Saturday morning in a long time. Normally I’m up and out at my local Panera by six-thirty AM, but I’m at least six hundred miles away from the Panera I usually visit, which means I’m writing from my old library back at The Real Home with my music playing and my coffee next to me. Not only that, but I’m being helped by my guest bloggers, Fran the Phoenix and Cthulhu, so give them a hand.
Needless to say, I didn’t get out of bed until about eight AM EDT, and it was a good sleep. And that probably means I need a better bed back in The Burg, but since I’m little more than a transient there, I doubt that’s gonna happen.
Even after all the driving–which, I should point out, was done on very little sleep, which likely explains why I slept so well–I edited. I chatted with a few people, but I was editing like crazy, too. I headed into Flight School, the beginnings in the Hanger and the test in the storm, before rolling over to Professor Wednesday’s Basic Spells Training and a couple of someone’s getting their witches’ hats for completing their first assignment. (I should add that into the scene because it’s cool, and it is something Wednesday would do.)
But I came across something I’d forgotten, something that happened back in the Briefing Room at the Flight School. This is going to happen from time to time, because I’ve a hundred and forty thousand words to sift through, and little gems are gonna get missed. But the moment I began reading this section it came back to me. It’s the first paragraph–
(All excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book One: A For Advanced, copyright 2013, 2014, by Cassidy Frazee)
And because I’m such a stickler for getting it right, I know that line was said during The Doctor’s Wife, which aired on 14 May, 2011, and since this is 5 September, 2011, it’s all good. Research! Plus Kerry’s a geek and it all fits with him.
But a nice thing happened last night. I was conversing with someone who knows Kerry and Annie very well, and they were reading one of the excerpts of their adventures together. After they read my snippet–which had to do with a special moment in Annie’s life–they told me, “That was beautiful. It’s all about her.”
Writers do not get a lot of feedback while they are in the middle of the process, and if they do get any it’s usually along the lines of, “Yo, this kinda sucks, you know?” But when you sweat over a scene in the hopes of having it turn out as something special, when someone who you know is gonna tell you if that scene sucks instead tells you it’s beautiful–that’s when your heart sings out loud.
To say I went to bed with a big smile on my face is something of an understatement.
I have Astronomy class up next, then it’s off to Formulistic Magic and moving some crap in Botany class. I may even make my way into Thursday at Salem on the Cape at this rate.
And then . . . it all starts anew.
I can’t wait.