Today I make the Walk of Shame back to work, past the point where I crashed and burned on Friday afternoon. The arms are better, but the right side still hurts, and the head is a bit woozy from the sleep medication I took last night. I’ll make it through the day, however, ’cause that’s what I’m suppose to do, right?
So many things to do today: work, maybe having someone come into my apartment to look at my A/C, which shut off about 5:30 PM (or 17:30 as the people at my Salem school would say), and then decided to come back on about four hours later, return some glasses frames I was trying on over the weekend . . . oh, that was fun. The one frame I like, I was told I look a little like a soccer mom when I wear them with my hair pinned back. And here I thought I was going to be sexy.
I spent the afternoon rewriting, however. I found what I was looking for in the scene I described yesterday, and this happened:
(Excerpt from The Foundation Chronicles, Book One: A For Advanced, copyright 2013, 2014, by Cassidy Frazee)
She stood frozen as Kerry almost kissed her on the cheek, then pulled away at the last moment. Annie said nothing, was unable to say anything, for her mind remained enchanted by the three words he’d spoken moments before. She didn’t know why he hesitated, why he pulled back with his face etched in confusion, why he touched her face once more and then said something before turning and heading for the stairs.
The shadowy tower turned darker as Annie’s mind began spinning. She couldn’t move and she her chest constricted as the air grew thick and oppressive. She drew in a small breath and forced herself to mutter the one word that filled her thoughts—
She pitched over backwards into dust of a hundred years.
Kerry had only reached the stairs when he heard Annie call his name weakly, and turned just in time to see her go over backwards onto the ground, her feet bouncing up in the air as she landed hard on her back. “Oh, holy geez.” He ran over and knelt beside her.
Annie was awake, but dazed. “Kerry?”
“Yeah, I’m here. What happened?”
Things were slowly coming back into focus: she sensed Kerry kneeling next to her, though he seemed little more than another shadow in the darkness. “I’m . . .” She blinked twice. “I just fainted.”
“You fainted? Are you okay?”
How could she explain that question? I am okay, and I’m not. I wanted something from you, and I received more. I wanted to feel loved: what I felt went beyond that. The only thing she could tell Kerry was a truth that he’d understand. “I’m okay.” She offered her hand. “Help me up?”
He helped Annie to her feet and brushed at her clothing. “You really scared me.”
Poor Annie: she gets so excited. And all for a cuddle and a peck on the cheek. Maybe they’ll come dancing . . .
And then it was on to other scenes in other chapters, and I fixed up Annie and Kerry pretty much to where they should be. I also removed a few things that weren’t needed, or were redundant, and things were added: mostly in the Astria Portal scene, but in other places as well. And my notes are in place.
I’m in the event horizon of creativity, and these rewrites are nearly over. Maybe by the end of the week I can start getting my kids into some new mischief.
It’s not like I haven’t been waiting to do so.