Here I am, coming to you on the New Hotness, my first new computer in ten years. Picked it up about four in the afternoon, started in on it about fifteen minutes later, and by about seven I had just about everything I want to have and need in the system–including about six thousand pictures I’ve taken over the years–but since this computer has a 1 terabyte drive, I’ve about eight hundred and thirty terabytes to play with. It’ll be a while before I fill it up.
Honestly, when I packed the old computer up I cried, because it’s really been my companion for just a few weeks short of a decade now, and you build attachment. But there are still things on there I can used, and who knows? I may pull it out once in a while and give it a spin just for old times sake.
The biggest changes, besides the keyboard being slightly off-center, are the way the programs appear. Everything is just a little larger, which sort of makes everything look as if I’m back on my old nineteen inch monitor back in Indiana, but it’s livable. The biggest change is the way Blender looks; it sort of pre-renders everything for me. Before everything looked like this:
And now it looks like this:
So much different. I think I can get used to this.
Oh, and it has a built-in camera which I just had to try out–
By the way, that’s how I normally look when I’m home from work. Now you know.
What this all means is that everything from here on out is written on the new machine, and I even made a note in Scrivener of the first paragraph written using this computer. Because that’s what I do.
And speaking of new . . . What is up with Isis? Well, since I wrote over six hundred words last night and finished the scene, you’ll find out. Like right away.
All excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Two: B For Bewitching, copyright 2015, 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)
They both bounded up the stairs to the first floor and hurried over to where Isis waited. Annie spoke for them both. “Good morning, Director.”
“Morning to you both.” She nodded in the direction of the transept alcove leading to the security offices. “Let’s get out of the open, shall we?” They wandered over into the alcove above the ground floor of the West Transept and were well out of sight before Isis spoke. “Before I say anything else, I want you to know you’re not in any trouble.”
Both children appeared slightly confused for a moment, casting glances with each. Kerry eventually turned to the security director. “So if we’re not in trouble—?”
“It must be something else, yeah?” Isis’ smile was bright in the gloom of the security area. “It is: Deanna wants to see you.”
“About?” One of Annie’s eyebrows arched high as she forwarded the question.
“She didn’t say. All I was told was to wait for you to enter the Hall and stop you before you got to breakfast.”
Kerry joined Annie in the arching eyebrow column. “And she knew what time we’d come through because—”
Isis snorted loudly. “You don’t have to be a seer to know your schedules. You’re both like clockwork when it comes to getting to the Dinning Hall: six on the weekdays, six-thirty on Sunday, and between six forty-five and seven on Saturday.” She shook her head. “You guys shouldn’t be so predictable: if someone wanted to take you down, they’d know when and where to wait. Maybe not now, but . . .” She gave a shrugged that was nearly nonexistent. “It’s something to keep in mind later on in life.”
Annie knew what Isis was referencing: that they needed to watch their routines when they were members of the Guardians so that they not become vulnerable to attack by Deconstructors, or those witches who may be working with them. It wasn’t something she’d considered before, but now that Isis had brought the matter to her attention— “Thank you. We’ll keep that in mind.”
Sometimes the Seer sees what you’re doing, and sometimes the Chief of Security knows your schedule ’cause you do everything like clockwork and that can be a dangerous thing. The kids are on a schedule here at school so there’s little one can do about that, but Isis is letting them know that doing that once you’re out of school isn’t always a good thing. It’s even a worse thing when you’re job involves spying and hunting down Deconstructors, ’cause someone may just come after your ass one day while you’re sitting in your favorite cafe having lunch ’cause they know you hang there every day between eleven and twelve-thirty. Keep changing up that routine, kids, because it can save your life.
Now, the important question is: what does Deanna what? And . . .
Kerry’s mind was working along the same lines. “Yep. But about Deanna: what time did she want to see us?”
Isis hooked her thumbs in the pockets of her jeans. Like many of the other instructors and staff she adopted a more casual feel during the weekends. “She said she wanted you out to the tower by nine.”
“The tower?” Annie almost did a double take. “She doesn’t want to see us at Memory’s End?”
“Nope. She told me to tell you to come out to Åsgårdsreia Tower and meet her in her office.” Isis took a step back from the children. “And that’s all I have to tell you.” He nodded back towards the Rotunda. “You should get going: whatever Deanna wants, it must be important, so I wouldn’t be late.”
Kerry gave a knowing nod. “We won’t.”
“Thank you, Isis.” Annie took Kerry’s hand and led him towards the the stairs. She said nothing until they were three steps down from the first floor landing. “This can’t be Guardian stuff.” She stopped after two more steps, careful to keep her voice muted. “She’s not involved.”
Kerry looked down and sighed. “You think this has something to do with our visions?”
“Perhaps. It’s just—” She looked down the flight of stairs. “Why is she being so secretive?”
“Because she knew if she contacted us directly we’d start asking question.” His chuckle came off sounding particularly grim. “So if Isis tells us—”
“She knows we won’t get anything from her.” Annie turned and descended the staircase slowly. “It has to be about the visions. I can’t imagine her discussing anything else with us.”
Annie stopped half-way down. “What?”
“What if—” His face twisted into a thoughtful grimace. “—there’s something we haven’t thought about?”
Yeah, kids: there’s always something you haven’t thought about, and this is probably one of them. The thing here is when Deanna wants to meet you in Memory’s End, she’s usually doing so as a friend and adviser, but when she’s meeting you in her office in the tower, where she does all her official Coven Leader stuff, it’s often an indication something important is about to get said. We’ll see, won’t we?
One last thing: as I gave a shout out to Yuri Gagarin, today I give a shout out to Al Shepard, who today became the first American to fly into space aboard Freedom 7, aka Mercury-Redstone 3. The flight lasted only fifteen minutes, and due to the publication of The Right Stuff we know Al flew with a spacesuit full of pee, so think about that the next time you’re bitching about having to get in the car and drive a couple of blocks down to the local convenience store to pick up a few quick items but you don’t like the fact you have to throw on pants.
Though we never had any astronauts attacked by wolves. Yet. There’s still time for that to happen . . .