In the grand scheme of things one could say not a lot was accomplished. About six hundred and forty words were fully written, but for some reason I didn’t have the feel down while typing away. You know how it is, where you get the sensation that you’re just writing, but the words are jumping off the page at you and it’s falling flat. I don’t feel they are, but I get in this way at times, and it’s hard to shake them off.
I did help someone during a discussion on Scrivener. They wanted to know what the package did, and I showed them several examples of my own work and directed them towards a few of my posts where I go into detail about the various things I’ve done with the package. That kept me kinda half-busy when I should have been writing.
But I kept at it, writing along, keeping the story moving, and then I realized something that I had to check. And, yep, it was true. I passed a quarter of a million words in the story.
For the third time I’ve hit the quarter of a million mark: this novel, the monster that came before this, and my probably-never-to-be-published novel Transporting, and when you figure in that I still have maybe fifty thousand words to go in this novel, and the last was four hundred and twenty-five thousand words, that’s a million words between three works. Not bad for stuff finished over the last four years.
Now to get published, but that’s another story . . .
I finished the scene in the coven tower where Annie hears Kerry screaming in his sleep. As expected it’s not long: about eight hundred and fifty words. It didn’t need to be that long, because it’s there to set the mood, the kickoff so to speak. And since that’s what I wanted, I got it. I got it well . . .
All excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Two: B For Bewitching, copyright 2015, 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)
She needed a moment to take in his appearance, for she’d never seen him looking this disheveled. His arms hung limp at his side and his shoulders were slightly hunched over. His mouth hung open matching his slack, unmoving face. What shocked Annie the most were his eyes: there weren’t so much unfocused as they were uncomprehending. He doesn’t even realized I’m here. “Kerry?” She took him by the arm and eased him into the corridor. “What’s wrong?”
He blinked a couple of times, looking towards Jario first—who’d stepped up next to Annie—then Penny and Alex, who still lingered in the background. He moved his hands close to his face as if he was going to adjust his glasses, then slowly lowered them to his sides when he realized he wasn’t wearing them. “It’s, um—” Kerry turned to Annie, a look of incomprehension still affixed to his face. “’I don’t—”
“Darling—” Annie took his hands and stood so they were almost touching noses, allowing her to speak in a whisper. “Did you have a dream?”
There was a long sigh as Kerry finally began focusing on his soul mate. He barely nodded. “Yeah.”
Annie chest tightened as she closed her eyes. Though she wanted to ignore any possible that Kerry’s screams were related to the ginger girl who stalked his dreams, even before she was out of her room she was certain that girl was the source of his fear. I want to help, I want to save him from whomever she is, but there’s nothing I can do . . .
She held his hands tight. “We need to go to the hospital. We need to go now.”
He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. “Okay.”
“Come with me. You can wait outside my room while I send—”
“I’ve done that, Annie.” Alex hurried to a stop next to Penny. “The nurse should be here any second.”
Annie nodded. “Thank you, Alex. Jario—” She tilted her head towards the open door behind her dazed soul mate. “Would you get Kerry’s robe and slippers? I can’t go in his room.”
“Sure, Annie.” He squeezed past the couple and vanished into the black privacy screen that prevent any of the girls from seeing into and entering any of the boy’s rooms.
She threw her arms around Kerry and held him. She didn’t want to let him go: she would do anything to protect him, just as she knew he would do for her. Deanna told me last year Kerry would die defending me—and I would do the same for him. “Nurse Gretchen is coming. I’ll be with you the whole time. Everything is going to be fine.”
He buried his face in her hair and spoke in a mumbling whisper. “I don’t know if it’ll ever be fine again.”
“Oh, my love.” She held him tighter, counting the seconds until Nurse Gretchen arrived and fearful that this was his one vision that would prove to true—
Now we know Kerry is off to the hospital, and believe it or not I started up the next scene so that I’d have a benchmark upon which to start writing tonight. And since the kids were off to the hospital, that’s where the story picks up. It doesn’t pick up with the kids, however–
“What do you intend doing?” Holoč Semplen pulled his robe tighter around his neck. “For tonight, I mean.” He glanced at each of the three women in the office before finally settling on Coraline.
She eased back into her chair and crossed her legs. Like everyone else in the room, she wore pajamas, slippers, and a robe, having come straight from the Instructor’s Residence as soon as she’d heard what happened. “Tonight he’ll sleep here. I’ll keep Annie as well—”
He nodded. “I expected that.”
“I’ll check on his condition tomorrow—” She sighed as she remembered it was an hour after midnight, making it the next day. “—when he wakes up, and I’ll keep him if I feel it’s warranted. I’ll keep you informed on his condition, naturally.”
Holoč pressed lower lip against his thumb and index finger. “Are you going to impose restrictions on his activities?”
Coraline folded her hands across her stomach. “Given what I’ve seen of his med scans, it’s necessary. I don’t have a choice.”
“That’s fine.” He his hands against his hands lightly against his thighs. “I’ve never questioned your judgment regarding a patient, and I won’t start now. You get him well, I’ll deal with any fallout.” He stood and tugged on his robe. “One question, though: does this have anything to do with this situation for which you’re counseling?”
While Holoč’s indicating he’s aware of counseling for Kerry, it’s likely he doesn’t know why. About the only time the coven leaders who aren’t counselors are told why a student is being counseled is when they’ve become a danger to themselves or others, and then it becomes necessary to monitor them. Kerry hasn’t been considered a danger to himself, though with talk of “restrictions”, that could change. You’ll just have to see what comes next.
And if you’re lucky that’ll happened tonight . . .