First off, a bit of strange news. Because of some things–and, of course, stuff–said on this blog of late, I’ve told my friend Skye Hegyes, whose blog I’ve followed for a while and whom I verbally joust with now and then, that I would do a post on Genesis concerts and where the recordings, bootleg and otherwise, can be found on YouTube. I’m going to do that Saturday morning, because why not? It’ll give me a break from having to dream stuff up, and you can see where Kerry gets his knowledge. In fact, one of the shows I’ll mention became a driving reason for him wanting to get out and about with Annie the first time they were alone in London . . .
Depression wasn’t that bad last night, but it’s still there. This has been the longest stretch I’ve had, going on about two weeks now, but I think I’m getting out of it. Think. It doesn’t make for a good time of things at home, let me tell you. And tonight I need to run out and get my face zapped, so I imagine this evening’s session isn’t going to go well. I may just opt for ninety minutes and ask to have my brows cleaned up. We’ll see. I am not dreading the moment tonight, but I’m not looking forward to it, either.
And so there was writing . . . just under seven hundred words, because I’m making up stuff like crazy now, and finding the correct descriptive words is a pain in the butt. It all came out pretty much correct, and so we find out how Annie did with her art crafting–not to be confused with arts and crafts . . .
(All excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Two: B For Bewitching, copyright 2015 by Cassidy Frazee)