Once in a while you need to go back and look back on what you used to do. Sometimes you want to see what you were doing a couple of years ago and find out if things are getting better, have gotten better, or if they’ve slipped off the shelf and fallen right into the crapper.
It’s been a strange two years for me. At that time I had just finished a novel and was trying to edit it so I could publish it one day–that day being almost a year later–I’d written a novella, I was working on another novella, and I was thinking about working on another short novel. Also, I was working my first contract job after having done nothing for just over three years, and the experience was a bit unsettling because my place of employment wasn’t the greatest in the world and it was leaving me bummed like few things did.
At the same time, today, two years ago, I had my first meeting with my therapist, and started on the road I am today to becoming more like I should. And I’m still writing. Not publishing anything, no. Not at the moment, because I have to rethink how I do that. But writing, yes.
Always Be Writing, or you get no coffee.
(All excerpts, this page, from The Foundation Chronicles, Book One: A For Advanced, copyright 2013, 2014, by Cassidy Frazee)
How do I work this, then? Do what Annie said: think of you making it turn. In order to do that— Professor Douglas told them she didn’t want them using foci, but was one making a motion with their hands a foci? He’d seen Annie flip her fingers and hands when working her spell, and if the professor didn’t say anything to her . . .
You go there, boy. And always listen to your girlfriend.
The funny thing is, during that time, two years gone now, I’d written maybe sixty thousand words between the first of the year and the middle of May while working–and here I am, having written about eighty thousand words between the first of December and the middle of May while working. Is that good? Is it better? Honestly, I’m not sure. Volume doesn’t mean quality, it just means you’re spending a lot of time in front of the computer typing.
He pointed his left index finger at his spindle and visualized how it might appear were he to place his finger upon the object and turn it around. But I don’t have to touch it, I only have to imagine I’m touching it. With the image firmly in his mind, Kerry felt the tingling at the back of neck telling him he’d once more tapped into that mystical power source that witches used to alter all around them.
All that remained was one little thing.
And that little thing is–what? We’ll get to that in a moment.
Two years from now, if I am still alive, I will have seen pictures beamed back from Pluto, which will be pretty cool, planet or not. I’ll probably still be on-line, hearing all sorts of crazy shit, most of it BS that can be refuted with a simple Google search, but where’s the fun in that?
I’ll also be writing. Always Be Writing, or . . . you know how it goes, right? In the meantime . . .
Kerry slowly circled his finger to the left, and the spindle matched his movements. He performed three circles to the left, stopped, then repeated the motion, circling his finger three times to the right before bringing the spindle to a complete stop.
He looked up at the student progress board and saw his name flashing green.
Wednesday walked over, a pleased look upon her face. “Well, Kerry, I’d say you got that one down. And you did it in nearly the same amount of time as Annie.” Her eyes shifted to the person on his left. “And I believe there was something you were going to do?”
Kerry touched Annie’s arm, his fingers light upon her wrist. “You can do it. I know you can.”
Annie nodded slowly as she focused on the spindle. She raised her hand and slowly curled back two of her fingers. “Yes, love—” She smiled as the spindle smoothly rose ten centimeters from the table surface. “I know you know I can.”
See? Even when I’m writing I’m finishing up my scene from last night.
Always Be Writing, folks. Sure, it’s only three hundred fourteen words I put down this morning, but after a while, it adds up.