Some people don’t like new technology–some don’t like it, period. Last night I was going to do something with my new video camera, and technology decided to bite me in the butt. Hard.
Getting the shot isn’t the problem, though, is it?
That was me last night. Every time I shot a video that lasted more than, say, five minutes, the software I was using to download it to my computer had fits. Lots of fits. As in, “I ain’t gonna be your coded slave, bitch. You figure out another way to get this down. Bwah, hahaha.”
It was very frustrating to say the least. But, in the end, I figured out the problem and managed to get the first video up to YouTube. And . . . I may reshoot it, because it was done in poor light. Hard to say what I’ll do, because by the time I managed to get it up there, I was pretty frustrated by the whole process. Then again, it’s new for me, so there’s a learning curve.
What this also did was cut into my writing time. I managed almost seven hundred words, but I’d wanted more. Tonight I need to go shopping, so that will cut into time–
Oi. What’s a girl to do?
My kids went to a bonfire after the dance and walked back to the center of the school, so when finally reach a point where they can rest, it’s late–probably the latest they’ve ever been up. And this happens . . .
(All excerpts, this page, from The Foundation Chronicles, Book One: A For Advanced, copyright 2013, 2014, by Cassidy Frazee)
Rather than take the return portal back to the Great Hall, she asked if they could walk back. Since the temperature was dropping, Kerry asked if she would like to take the tunnels back, but Annie refused; she’d brought the beautiful crocheted shawl her grandmother had made for her earlier in the year and it kept her warm; the path back to The Pentagram was illuminated; and she was wearing flats. She didn’t see a single problem . . .
She wanted to enjoy the darkness and silence with Kerry by her side, hand in each other’s hand.
Neither broke the silence all the way back to Founder’s Gate. Never once did Kerry even seem as if he were going to speak: to Annie it felt as if he knew she wanted to linger in the quiet night and enjoy the spark between them, and would only speak when Annie was ready to speak. He knows my moods and perhaps my thoughts. Once inside The Pentagram she turned him onto the second left hand garden path instead of entering the Great Hall. She knew it would be cavernous and dark inside; here there was still the abstract indirect light that made walking though the Pentagram Garden at night such an enjoyable and loving experience.
It wasn’t until they were nearly to the opening of the covered walkway leading to their tower than Annie uttered her first words since leaving the bonfire. “Moyata polovinka.” She slowly ran her left finger down the Kerry’s left arm.
He waited until she was finished before responding. “What does that mean?”
“Moyata polovinka—” She stopped the moment they stepped onto the path between Cernunnos Tower and the Great Hall. “My soulmate.” She gently pressed against Kerry and gave him a peck on the cheek. “If you say the last as two words it’s moyata srodna dusha.”
“Moyata polovinka.” Annie thought Kerry’s pronunciation was almost spot on, though the accent needed work. “I like how that rolls off the tongue.”
“You can say it in a much softer, gentler tone, too.” She tugged on Kerry’s arm. “Let’s sit at our bench.”
Our bench, our sofa . . . our time together. It’s starting to get real serious here, and I’m gonna try to get to that tonight, at some point. But I’m getting there.
If I’ve not pulled what little hair I have left out by then.