The last couple of days my energy has really been at a low ebb. Now only has work taken its toll of late, but I’ve not been sleeping well–again. There can be any number of reasons for being tired–though I think a large part is due to my hormone replacement therapy–but the sleep thing? Damn, that’s been with me forever.
Now, something interesting came up in a conversation yesterday. Never mind the umpteenth requests I received to get some sleep–I know I’m tired, you don’t need to tell me I need sleep–but this comment that caught my attention: “Your novel is keeping you awake. It’s on your mind all the time, and it won’t let you rest.”
Now there’s a secret that isn’t unknown. I do get caught up in what I’m writing. I get caught up in the characters. Sometimes it driver me a little crazy, but I consider that par for the course. But keeping me awake? Well, now, that’s something that hasn’t happened before too many times.
Maybe there is some truth here. I know I slept well last night, so maybe I’ll finish up this enormous scene tonight before Cosmos comes on. In the meantime–Kerry asked Annie a question, which was, “Don’t you think we did a lot of goofy crap yesterday, and now . . .” And now here’s the end of that question . . .
(Excerpt from The Foundation Chronicles, Book One: A For Advanced, copyright 2013, 2014, by Cassidy Frazee)
After her chat this morning, Annie had more insight into why she was sent off with the others without waiting for Kerry. Not that I can tell him— “I can agree with everything you said, but why do you think today is a test?”
“I just do.” He tapped his fingers on the table for a few seconds. “What time did she tell you she was called in?”
“She didn’t say—just that she’d been called in for a meeting.”
“But you both talked early, and she already had the debit cards. They could have been sent over, but even so, The Foundation would have made those last night. Which mean they knew this was going to happen.” He glanced out the window, something Annie noticed he did quite often. “There was a card for each of us—our names were on them. Someone went through all this trouble last night so we’d get them this morning.”
“And you think Ms. Rutherford planed this?”
“Not her: this Foundation. Though she probably knew about this and the stuff yesterday.” Kerry finished his sandwich and slowly pushed his plate to the side.
If only I could tell him what I know. Annie had heard about these things from her mother a few days before leaving home, and found none of Kerry’s suspicions shocking. She was also fairly aware of why Ms Rutherford was telling her about what she thought the other students would do today . . . “If it is a test—” Annie rested her head against her right hand and twirled her hair. “—I’m glad I passed.”
Kerry looked downward as he grinned. “I don’t know if it’s one we were expected to pass, but I do think Ms. Rutherford is keeping an eye on us.”
Annie didn’t what to hear Kerry go on about different ways The Foundation could follow them—she knew nearly all of them—so she moved the conversation in another direction. “I’m only asking because I’m curious, but . . . would you have left the hotel if I hadn’t asked you out?”
“I . . .” Kerry chuckled, then pursed his lips as he pushed air through them. “I don’t know. Yesterday wasn’t that bad because I didn’t have to go that far, and we were suppose to be doing things for school.” His sigh was loud, even against the background noise. “I’m glad I didn’t stay in the hotel.”
It’s not the sort of test you’re expected to pass? Oh, Kerry, you poor sap, you’re being tested right now. Only by someone different and for different reasons . . .
Now I should think about the sort of damage one little girl can do with access to a library full of deadly arcane knowledge.
Not that I don’t already know.