The problem with being able to write for a few hours every night–and about thirty minutes in the morning–is that you have these long, detailed scenes you want to get out right away, but you can’t because you’re only able to produce about twelve hundred words a day, or there about, in about two, three hours time. There’s distractions, things to look up, people to chat with . . .
Sort of like the scene I’m working on now: I want to get it through it so much, but I can’t because–well, it’s a big scene. How big? Right now I’m at forty-four hundred and fifty words, and I know I probably need another two thousand or so to cap this spring. There you go: you wanna show your kids fighting fake zombies, you toss a short story right at the beginning of your chapter.
And believe me, they’re up to their ankles in trouble. Well, maybe a little higher than their ankles . . .
(All excerpts, this page, from The Foundation Chronicles, Book One: A For Advanced, copyright 2013, 2014, by Cassidy Frazee)
Kerry sidestepped to his left, hooting at the homunculus. “Yo. Hey, geek.” The homunculus turned towards him, grunting as it shambled in his direction. “That’s it, keep looking at me—you’re doing it right . . .” When it was less than three meters away he glanced to his right, nodded, then darted around and a little behind, then struck the creature behind the right knee with his bokken as hard as possible, trying to force it off-balance.
He struck it a second time as Annie ran in and planted her jō square in its chest and pushed it further off-balance with her momentum and strength. It staggered once then fell onto its back with a thud and a snarl, it’s arms lashing out at it tried to roll over and regain its feet.
Annie nodded at Kerry and raised her jō; Kerry did the same with his bokken as he counted down. “Three, two, one—now.” They stuck the skull almost simultaneously, but the worst they did was tear away a large amount of the flesh from the side of the head and face. They both moaned and raised their weapons for another strike. This time there was a loud crack as the skull was broken, but the homunculus continued to move.
Annie’s face was covered in a cold sweat. She looked at Kerry and nodded. “Again.” He nodded before they tried one more time to take out their opponent. This time their weapons broke through: the skull shattered with a sickening crunch and whatever was inside to take the place of brains, blood, and other fluids jetted in every direction.
And that’s gonna leave a mark–and probably a bit of oohing and aahing from the kids watching on the sidelines. Plus, you gotta give your instructor extra credit for making your quality kills as realistic as possible. I mean, either that, or she’s just twisted as shit and figures you were going to need something to help you sleep tonight–oh, wait: it’s Friday. That means it’s the Midnight Madness tonight, the school wide pajama party. Have fun talking about your zombie kills until midnight, kids!
However, the next run doesn’t go off as well:
She was, but she didn’t know if he was. He’s winded; he’s still not used to this sort of exertion. “Are you?”
He nodded as he straightened. “Let’s jack these losers and show them who’s boss of this mat.” Kerry grinned at Annie’s eye roll. “Too much?”
“I’d rather we reduce the odds more in our favor.” She readied her jō, a slight grin on her face. “Same as before?”
Kerry broke left while Annie readied herself for the sprint and plant. He quickly reached the homunculus and waved his bokken around to get its attention. Once it was advancing on him, he did as before: when for the knees as Annie sprinted in and knock it over. Kerry whacked it in the back of the knee as Annie shoved her jō in its chest—
Thing didn’t go as planned this time, however.
As Annie’s attack hit home, the homunculus twisted towards Kerry, reaching for him and striking her jō with its left arm. The pole was knocked away, hard, and the force of the strike shoved her to her left. She felt herself going down, and threw out her left arm to help break her fall—
An enormous pain shot up her arm the moment she touched the mat.
And that’s never a good thing, either.
Fortunately she has a partner who’s there to help–
She felt arms around her shoulders lifting her to her feet. The moment she was up Kerry and she sprinted towards the yellow line, though she was careful to hold her left wrist close to her. She turned and saw the homuncului milling about near the center of the mat—and her jō lying between two of them.
Kerry faced her, looking into her eyes. “Are you okay?”
Annie shook her head. “I think I sprained my wrist.” She slowly moved her fingers once more. “It doesn’t feel broken, but I can’t use it.”
“But you can still use your right hand?”
“Yes.” She gave Kerry a sorrowful look. “But my jō—I can’t use it with just one hand, and besides . . .” She quickly looked to her right. “It’s out there.”
Kerry glanced to his left, then back to Annie. “Okay, then—Plan B.” He placed his bokken in her right hand. “You can use this one handed—”
She immediately knew what he was planning. “No.”
“Back in a ‘sec.” Kerry darted towards the jō, cutting around the homunculus they’d attacked, then directly in front of another, grabbing the weapon on the run. He prepared to cut to his left—
His right leg slipped out from under him.
Kerry was down on one knee for only a few seconds, but that was enough for a third homunculus to close on him. He was almost to his feet when the creature was on him, pressing itself against his out-thrust jō. Kerry tried pushing it away, but didn’t have the leverage or strength necessary to make this work.
He went backwards with the homunculus falling atop him.
Unfortunately he’s about to reduce the team’s fighting ability by fifty percent. Annie figures she’ll help out, but at this point they’re in the death spiral, and she knows it . . .
“Hey.” She jogged up a few meters towards the homunculus they’d failed to attack and began waiving her arms as Kerry had earlier. “Over here.” Annie drew it away from Kerry, but now came the problem: what to do? They worked together as a team, but there was no way she believed for even a moment she would be able to club this thing in the head hard enough to break open its skull and stop it. Which meant there wasn’t much time left before them: she end up bitten and “killed”, and the same would happen to Kerry, who was right now gasping for—
Air? Air? What the hell does she mean by that?
Well, I know what it means, but you’ll have to wait until tomorrow to find out what happens next. Assuming I haven’t gone crazy because I’m finally understanding just how big this chapter has become.