So far the morning isn’t working out well for me. I’ve been up since four, and spent the time between then and six drifting in and out of sleep, not sure if I was dreaming or just thinking of things that I desire. I know I laughed, I know I cried, and at one point I was sobbing openly. Now I’m having the worst sort of cramping, probably because my body has decided that with the new hormones, it’s gonna show me all the fun I missed out on for forty year. Thanks, you chemical nasties. Thanks for nothing.
So, writing: A short scene was written last night, and I wasn’t actually feeling the joy because I was getting stretched in about five different directions at the same time. Not to mention I was feeling pretty worn out. However, I am a trooper, and just started going slow, getting in my licks little by little, and remembering that the next two upcoming scenes are actually going to be short, maybe five hundred words each, so it’s possible I can crank out a thousand tonight after I go and had a good sit down dinner, the first in a while.
Speaking of the boy, what is he up to? This:
(All excerpts, this page, from The Foundation Chronicles, Book One: A For Advanced, copyright 2013, 2014, by Cassidy Frazee)
The course leading out of the Sunrise Bends was a long, lazy left-hand bend through The Narrows, so called because of the proximity of the Blue Line on the left and the one of the Wall Towers to the right. It was a quick six hundred meters run into The Essess and, beyond that, the Polar Jump, a technical stretch where one had to hold their speed least they lose ground against other fliers. Kerry willed his broom ahead, feeling the push back into the saddle as he accelerated quickly. In seconds he was flying through The Narrows, the wall and tower a blur to his left as he focused on catching Emma.
She slowed slightly as she set up for the long right-left-jump before making the sharp left at Polar Turn. Kerry sailed past, throwing a quick wave. “Sorry about that, Selene.” He chuckled mirthlessly, knowing she’d hear him in her comm.
“Starbuck, you . . .” Her saw her approaching in his rear view and considered throwing a block at her, but gave up on that idea for fear she might not react fast enough. He’d fly clean, giving her plenty of room to get by if it was needed.
It was only now, as he approached Polar Jump, that he finally checked his air speed: 164 KPH. He didn’t need to do a quick mental calculation: he knew that just a little over one-sixty was the same as one hundred miles per hour, so right now Emma and he were traveling at about that speed—
Emma passed him, sticking her tongue out as she flew by. Correction: she’s flying faster than that. He shook his head and leaned out over the broom picking up speed once more as he sailed over the jump and towards Polar Turn . . .
It’s a mighty brave girl who’ll turn her head and stick out her tongue at someone as she’s sailing along at something close to, oh, maybe one hundred and eighty-five kilometers per hour–that’s one hundred and fifteen miles an hour for you Imperial Inclined. What this really means is they’re going fast, and like Annie thought before, it’s something that could get them grounded. It also means they’re covering a lot of the track fast. Lookie here:
The Sunrise Bends are on the upper right, with Sunrise Tower the one at the very top. You drop down towards the lake and through the trees near that other tower: that’s The Narrows. The two little switch backs are The Essess, and where the track goes over that dark path, that’s Polar Jump, followed by Polar Turn. From when the course straightens to the first of the Essess, that’s six hundred meters, or about two thousand feet. Kerry’s through the first turn when he realizes he’d going about a hundred miles an hour–and gets passed, leaving him with about another six hundred meters before having to take the sharp left at Polar Turn.
From Sunrise Bends to Polar Turn, the course is about fourteen hundred meters, or a little over eight-tenths of a mile. And they’re flying along at about one hundred miles an hour for maybe a kilometer–a thousand meters, six-tenths of a mile–which means, at their speed of forty-seven meters per second, they’ll cover all that ground in just over twenty-one seconds.
And they still have a ways to go . . .