Yesterday . . . and unlike a certain song it wasn’t so far away. It was actually pretty sucky, if you must know. It started bright and early when I discovered that my ATM card was deactivated, because I was sent a new one back in December that went to my home in Indiana–where my family still lives and where I maintain my actual residence for taxing purposes–because my bank–which I will leave unnamed but has the initials JPMC–was supposed to update my address but didn’t, and my family at home never told me I got the card, and neither did my bank, so it’s not be activated. Getting a new card doesn’t make sense, because I was given a new card after I changed my name, but they still gave me one anyway because it looks like they issued it under my old name, and . . .
Well, that’s not really the bad part. The bad part is they could fix my address and issue me a new one, but it would be thirty days before I get a new card because I don’t know why, my bank probably figured it would cut into the billions they make each year if they issue one and then FedEx it to me overnight, BUT! If I drive 130 miles/210 kilometers to the nearest branch they’ll issue me one right then and there.
Yeah, not happy.
This is to say I spent most of the day pissed off and out of my mind. When I arrived home I did another video and went to get food–putting it on a card that I can pay right a way–and then arrived home and tried to get into writing, but . . . nada. Shit wasn’t going well. Just hard to get the creative juices flowing when all I wanted to do was rest and veg out.
However, I did managed to add about four hundred words to the current narrative, and look up some information needed for the next scene, believe it or not. It’s not much, but it’s a start towards what’s going on with Kerry. And . . .
All excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Two: B For Bewitching, copyright 2015 by Cassidy Frazee)
Coraline helped Kerry out of the recliner and into the wheelchair, and made certain he was comfortable. As soon as Annie had a good grip on the back of the wheelchair Coraline jaunted them to the first floor lounge area at the south end of the ward before heading all the way down the ward to Bay #1. She considered having Annie levitate Kerry into bed, but she wanted to see if he could climb into Bed #2 on his own, which he did with out problems.
Once Kerry was stretched out Coraline activated the overhead scanners and ran her hand-hovering orange glow down the center line of his body, all the way to mid-thigh before heading back to his head. She scrutinized the readouts set over Kerry’s head, looking down and smiling every few seconds. “Nothing out of the ordinary here.” She pushed the main monitor back against the wall. “I believe you could do with a bit of a nap, though. After all—” She winked at him. “—you have a big performance tonight, don’t you?”
He smiled up at Coraline, then reached to his left where Annie stood and took her hand. “I probably could use a nap.”
She, too, smiled down at Kerry, but at the top of her vision she saw the minute twitch of Coraline’s head towards the ward corridor. “A nap will do you well, my love.” Annie gave his hand a squeeze.
“In the meantime I can use the bathroom—” She leaned closer and spoke in a low voice. “It’s needed.”
“Well, then, I don’t want to hold you up.” He stretched out, gave her hand a quick squeeze before folding his hands over his stomach. “It’ll just be a quick nap.”
“I’m sure it will, Red.” Coraline motioned the privacy curtain half closed, then stepped out into the corridor and waited for Annie to join her before closing the curtain all the way. She headed for her office with Annie following right behind: the moment they were inside Coraline shut the door and set the blinds at half-closed. Coraline settled down in her chair. “How’s Kerry been acting of late?”
“Not much different than he usually acts.” Annie took a seat across from Coraline’s desk. “Nothing I’d say that is out of the ordinary.”
“How’s his magic crafting?”
Annie glanced down for a moment, something Coraline picked up in an instance. “But?”
That’s it. He’s in the bed and resting, and it looks like Coraline and Annie are going to have a little chat, one that I should finish tonight. And that means I should have time to start on the next scene, but then . . . there’s something else I might want to do as well relating to the next scene, and that involves using what little creative skills I have in another area to help me visualize something. If that happens, then there’s a likelihood I won’t get that scene started, but then . . .
You know where I’m going with this.