Setting Straight the Soul Mate

Finally, after a crazy weekend, I’m back to getting the novel written.  Yesterday was crazy as well, and my recap that was supposed to go out last night had to be delayed until this morning because while I was writing directly from the episode as it played, Netflix decided to crap out about 8:30 PM and remain out for the remainder of the evening.  That means I was up at 4:00 AM finish it off, something that took me another couple of hours.

This means I’m tired and will likely nap as soon as I get home from the coffee shop.

"Don't worry, I'll get back to writing as soon as...  zzzzz..."

“Don’t worry, I’ll get back to writing as soon as… zzzzz…”

Today I’ve written over six hundred words for the novel, and will probably go well over a thousand before the night is over ’cause I’m feeling like I’m on a roll.  And I like this particular scene which is getting into some interesting territory.  For now, though, it’s time to bring Annie’s conversation with Berniece Rutherford to an end.

The question that’s come up is “Will Kerry leave home?” and Berniece knows, as does Annie, that Kerry fears abandonment.  Annie says that should’t be a problem because he has her.  Well, Berneice has an answer for her:


(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)

“He has you but the reality is you’re only his wife to be.” Berniece leaned slightly forward as she softened her tone. “I don’t mean that with disrespect, because I know what you mean to him: his love for you is tremendous. But his parents exert a tremendous pull upon his psyche, and though they can be inattentive and unaffectionate, they’ve been with him all his life—even more that you. And that’s a difficult attraction from which to leave.

“We know his parents aren’t violent: they prefer being passive-aggressive with him, and he’s learned to adapt. I might even say that he’s still trying to leach out some modicum of respect from them, and that’s going to keep him there for a while.” She cupped her hand over her mouth as she sighed. “For Kerry to leave something traumatic will need to occur—”

Annie turned a smirk upon her guest. “And he can’t have a lot of time to think about the event.”

“You know your future husband so well.” Berniece chuckled. “That’s what I psych profile shows: if Kerry makes up his mind in the first few minutes of something happening, there’s an eighty-eight percent chance he’ll go with his original plan. Give him more than five minute to think about it, and he’ll almost always go the other way.” She shook her head. “It’s how he is.”

“I know all too well.” Annie looked away as her smirk grew tighter. “I try not to influence his thinking—”

“But sometimes you want to shake him and tell him to make up his mind.”

“Exactly.” She looked towards her guest’s cup. “Would you like some more tea?”

“Maybe a little before I go.” Berniece stretched her shoulders. “I’ve never been treated so nice.”

“Well, I did invite you here.” Annie stood and levitated the kettle to her hands, then walked around the sofa towards the kitchen. “I was surprised you agreed to meet.”

“Are you kidding? When I saw your email two weeks ago, I didn’t even give it a second thought: I had to come.” Bernice stood as well and followed Annie towards the small kitchen. “Besides, if I had said no, I knew you’d ask again. And probably again after that.”

Annie set the kettle on the stove and turned on the heat. “I would have, too.” She stepped back and regarded her guest. “Did you determine that from my psychological profile?”

There are some things—” Berniece examined her nails. “—that don’t require a psyche profile.” She dropped her and to her side and smile. “Knowing how you’d react after Kerry returned home was one of those things.”

Annie stared at the kettle and watched the flames lick the bottom. I would have contacted her again—and again a third time. Because what I want, I get


There you have it:  Kerry’s psycho profile indicates that he will leave home, but only if something really bad happens to him, because he’s put up with bullshit for so long he’s used to it.  And it’s true that Berniece’s comment isn’t meant as a slam, but Kerry really isn’t coming home to Annie every night wishing her a goodnight and I love you from the other side of the bed, so while they know they’re getting married, they’re still in the “to-be” territory, and Mommy and Daddy are still a huge part of his life.  Until they go completely off the rails it’s gonna be hard to convince Kerry to pack up and get the hell out.

So you’ll have to see if Kerr splits this summer.  He may be given the opportunity, but at the moment the Magic 8 Ball says “No.”  That can always change, but as we’ve seen with Kerry, change can be hard.

Well, he has about three hundred thousand word in which he can make up his mind if he so desires…

Sense8, Season 1, Episode 8, “We Will All Be Judged by the Courage of Our Hearts”

At long last, here’s my latest recap!

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I know this recap is coming two days late, but Friday night I was at a political rally where I had a fantastic time and nearly passed out, and last night Netflix decided to go crazy and crap out on everyone.  But, hey: that’s how life is sometimes.  And that’s why I was up at four this morning to get this done.

Anyway, we are now two-thirds of the way through Season 1, and things are about to get crazy as hell for out sensates. With that said, let’s see what awaits them:

We Will All Be Judged by the Courage of Our Hearts

Written by The Wachowskis and J. Michael Straczynski
Directed by Dan Glass

San Francisco:
Dawn, and Nomi (Jamie Clayton) and Amanita (Freema Agyeman) sit on one of the peaks overlooking the city. After the killing they witnessed hours earlier, Nomi is trying to figure out what’s going…

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Me and Her

You know what I’m about to say:  no writing last night.  Usually because Friday night is Recap Night, and I should have written a Sense8 recap.  Notice I said “should”.  That’s because I didn’t do any writing.  And why?

I went to a Hillary Clinton rally.

Harrisburg was one of the stopping points for the Clinton campaign last night, and as the rally was only a thirty minute walk from my apartment I decided that, yes, I wanted to go she her.  I have a vested interest in the election this year, and I feel it’s my duty to see to it that the Seventh Seal of the Apocalypse isn’t opened by putting a guy openly embracing fascism in to a position of power.  Plus, this year I’m in the bag for Hillary, so I figured, well, why not go?  I’ve never been to one of these thing before, and it’ll be fun.  Remember this last line, ’cause…

Right after work I went home and did my shot, then changed bags.  The Secret Service wasn’t letting people in with big bags, so I pulled out one that only carried my keys, wallet, and phone.  Then down to the streets and the almost-thirty minute walk to get in line.

And, yeah:  there was a line.

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This was when I first approached the area, and you can see the TSA scanners in the middle of the pictures.  Everyone going in got scanned for obvious reasons.  But this wasn’t the back of the line.  That was, um, in the back.

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This is where I ended up, where I sort of cut in line close to a couple of people I somewhat knew:  someone from my trans support group, and Dr. Rachel Levine, the states Physician General.  So I sort of slid into position and acted natural.  Did I feel bad about this?  No.  Let’s move on.

Now to give you a bit of an idea of the set up last night, here’s a Google Map of the area:

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The building on the right just below the “Broad Street Market” marker is where the rally was being held.  And where I was standing when I took the picture above?  Look down 3rd Street to the left and you’ll see Brother’s Pizzeria.  I was standing right in front of that place.  Oh, and Brother’s actually locked their doors right about the time I got in line because they were almost out of pizza dough due to people in line running in to get slices.  Hungry business, these political rallies.

Oh, and I shot video while in line:

When I shot the above it was about 6 PM/18 hours, and we wouldn’t get to the check points for about another ninety minutes.

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And this part, standing in the sun, was the worst.  It was close to 90 and the humidity was up, so it was unpleasant.  I wore a light top, capri jeans, and sandals.  I did my best, I assure you, to keep the internal heat down, and I was sweating like crazy.

Finally we get through the checkpoints–I set off the alarm like I always do, there must be too much iron in my blood–and we headed into the rally area.

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That woman standing on the podium is where the speaking would take place, and Hillary’s bus would park behind her for a great back drop.  There were camera podiums behind and to the right of me in the picture, and the Broad Street Market is on the left.

The area for the rally wasn’t large–here’s the layout:

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The black line is where people were gathered.  The speaker’s podium is right where it says “St” for N 3rd St, and the blue rectangle is where the bus parked for a nice backdrop.  I decided I wanted to get as close as possible and found myself right below that N 3rd St marker, and waited.

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I had a great spot, I was ready to get picture, I was ready to listen to the message.

And then…  shit took a turn for the worst.

I started getting short of breath.  Then I started feeling light headed.  Then my hands were shaking.  And I had trouble thinking.  And I felt sick to my stomach–

If you’re thinking, “Sounds like Cassidy’s about to pass out,” you win Final Jeopardy!  I actually managed to sit down in the crowd before I went over, which I knew was coming.  Someone called the paramedics–who, by the way, were working their asses off–and they helped me get about half-way to the cooling area.  And by half-way, I mean everything started turning gray about that time and they got me a chair pronto because I was about to pass out.  I sat there for about five to ten minutes recovering, and my biggest fear was if I passed out I was going to loose my bowels, because I felt like that was going to happen.  No way did I want that.

I finally got to the cooling area, and joined the other people there–

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Who pretty much all happened to be women about my age.  There was a time back before I started on the estrogen trip that I may have been able to tough out this stuff, but not now.  I sat and cooled off, had my blood pressure taken–I was told it was way down, which is why I was passing out–sipped water while I got my color back, and adjusted to my new view:

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And as the speakers came on I shot more video:

Now, given where I was, I didn’t get any good shots of the speakers.  The best I could do was this:

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The best came out grainy and overexposed.  However!  I ran into a friend, and she not only manage to get better pictures, but she messaged them to me at the rally.  That means I got–

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Bill Clinton doing all the introductions and being about as charming and articulate as always.

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Tim Kaine doing the next introduction and actually being pretty funny as he got in a lot of digs on–well, that other guy.  And after about ten minutes that led to him introducing the speaker of the night:

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So what did Hillary say?  She touched on funding infrastructure and a smart energy grid and renewable energy, all of which are close to my heart as I love stuff like that.  She talked about working to make it so people could refinance and reduce debt on existing student loans, and work towards making tuition not only affordable, but something you’re not going to have hanging around your neck forever.  A better program with less red tape for small businesses, and more apprenticeship programs for skilled trades, which is something that has slowly vanished with the decline in unions.  (I’ve been in both the United Steel Workers and United Auto Workers, and I saw a lot of apprenticeships in each of the locations where I worked.)  And more funding and support for teachers, because without education, we’re really nothing.

It was a good time all around, even if I couldn’t get in close to the stage to see, I could hear, and that was really why I was there–

Well… not the only reason.

As soon as the speech was over a lot of people filed out, and a lot of people made their way forward to shake hands with the candidates.  And I wanted to do the same.  So I went back into the crowd feeling light-headed and a little ill, and pushed through until I was up near the front, in the area that everyone would pass before heading back into the bus.  Which, by the way, was right there in front of me.

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So I waited about ten minutes, pressed between two guys far bigger than me, and Hillary came around the corner.  She was shaking hands and taking selfies with people, and seemed in good spirits even though she had to be hotter than hell in her pink suit.  (I said later that I should have told her it’s now Wednesday, ’cause us Mean Girls understand what that means.)

And right on time, here she comes.  And the meeting went like this:

Me:  “Madam President!”  *holding out hand*  (Yes, I said that.  Don’t care.)
Hillary:  “Hello!”  (Now I’m left-handed, so I had my left hand out and she switched quickly from her right to left.)
Me:  “Madam President, can I have a picture with you?”
Hillary:  “Oh, sure!”

At this point I start to stick the phone out, but because I’m in a bad position, she actually asks for my phone and hand it to an aid and says, “She’ll take our picture.”

And she did:

And #ImWithHer

And #ImWithHer

Yeah, I look like a seal just come out of the water expecting a fish, and because of all the bright lights from the media platform behind us it’s not the best, but still:  I have this, and it shows I met someone who has an excellent chance at being president.  I was also blabbering like an idiot because I get that way with people I admire.

About thirty minutes later, when I was up cooling off in front of the capitol building, I saw their convoy heading out of town:  three buses, a whole lot of Secret Service SUVs, and a police escort.  I got home and hit the shower ’cause I was a sweaty mess.  And though I didn’t get to bed until midnight because even though I was tired and sore and felt a little like I’d been hit a couple of times in the head and stomach, I was still in good moods, because I was riding a high–

The one that comes when you feel like you’ve somehow touched history in the making.

Psyching Out the Psyched

Believe it or nor, I pretty much lived up to my commitments last night.  I did get home, I got my meds, and I started writing.  And while I only need about four hundred and seventy-five words to make it “Mission Accomplished,” that finished up the scene.  For reals.

Ya see?  I can do it when I gotta do it.

Ya see? I can do it when I gotta do it.

The word count is currently 6,616, which means it’s pretty much the Number of the Beast with a dependent.  I probably won’t get to writing tomorrow, but I imagine this weekend will be a good one for that, and the next scene is going to be something I’ve never tried for this series–though in a way I have, but you just don’t realize it yet.

Up to this point Annie has learn a great deal about what the life of a Protector case worker is like, and what they actually do for their charges.  But she’s about to learn more–


(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)

If the contract was enchanted Annie imagined there were other action built into it that may have compelled Kerry’s parents to sign without out having it looked at by a lawyer. And given there are other Normal parents who sign the contracts weeks before their children leave for Salem, it’s likely there’s some kind of effect that makes them feel comfortable signing. Annie was beyond the contact now and had one last thing she needed to know. “I still need to know one thing, but I don’t know if you can tell—”

Berniece smirked. “You’ll never know if you don’t ask.”

She pushed on now that she knew she could at least ask. “Your group develops psychological profiles on us. Helena told me she saw the report that was started based upon an interview I had the summer before I started, and Deanna told me she saw the report on Kerry.” She drew in a breath to clear her mind. “I can understand Helena seeing my report because it’s a given I was yellow flagged before entry—but there wouldn’t have been any reason for Deanna to read Kerry’s. She told me she saw it because she’s a coven leader, but—” Annie sat back and raised her head. “Deanna must have seen it because she’s a counselor, and that means what she saw was probably a psychological profile.

“Which means what Helena also read was a psych profile—at least it sounded that way based upon what I was told. And from what you’ve told me this morning, I wouldn’t be surprised to discover you have that report. And since you’re Kerry’s case worker, that means you have his.”

Berniece regarded Annie with open appreciation. “You’re correct on all those points. But the question remains: what is it you want to know?”

Annie intensified her gaze upon the case worker. “Based upon Kerry’s profile, do you believe he’ll leave home at some point?” She brushed several stands of hair from her face. “Since you have one developed you must have some assumptions about the possibility it can happen.”


Annie is asking for a peek behind the curtain, something that most of us never get.  She’s had just a little of that, when Helena told her what part of her report said–and stung Annie with the “emotionally immature” line–and she’s heard a bit of Kerry’s from Deanna.  This is the first time she’s asked for assumptions based upon those reports, and she digging into something about her soul mate that she herself has likely considered and wondered.

However, she might not like the answer–


Berniece sat in silence for a moment, looking at the floor as she appeared deep in thought. “Annie, what’s the one thing Kerry fears the most?”

She didn’t need to give the question much thought. “Abandonment.”

“That’s right. Based upon our profile that’s Kerry’s biggest fear. When he moved to Cardiff he felt somewhat abandoned by his grandparents because he lost contact with them—”

“I know.” Annie remembered the night after the Day of the Dead attacks when Kerry awoke in the middle of the night delirious and crying. That was when he told me that everyone had abandoned him, that no one loved him—that even she was gone

Berniece nodded. “And our profile shows that over the years the lack of affection from his parents has led him to feel as if they are slowly abandoning him.”

Annie was confused by this information. “What does it mean?”

“It means he may not want to leave, because to do so is to admit that he hasn’t a family.”

“But—” Annie slid to the edge of her seat. “—he has me.”


Yes, he has you, Annie, but it’s not that simple, is it?  If it were he’s probably walk into the room in his pajamas right now, wishing you a good morning as he scratches his groin.  He has you, but only for most of a year, and that’s what makes a difference.  And the reply to your comment is something you might not want to hear.

Now to continue into the next scene, and now that I think about it, we may see something else that’s never happened before–

A Clause Because 

I really did intend on getting a lot written last night, but what was supposed to be a quick phone call ended up becoming a two hour discussion, and it was just past 10 PM–or 22 Hours if you go to my school–when I got off the phone.


One of the habits I have when I’m on the phone is that I walk around.  I do that when I’m thinking a lot.  So I’m on my feet for most of the two hours, and when I finally get to where I can type–I can’t.  My fingers are swollen because of the fluid that’s pooled in my hands.  Which meant my fingers wouldn’t move right.  Which means I was having difficult time writing.

Yay for my plans of getting stuff done.

The story is finally up over six thousand words, but I’ve been on this scene for five days, and three of those have seen little added.  The plan for tonight is write when I get home, then go out about six-thirty to pick up medication, then come back and write a little more.  That is the plan, and I’m sticking to that sucker.

But now, we have Annie and Berniece and their fresh hell of the day.

Now that we know all about Berniece and what she knows about our Lovey Dovey Couple, Annie has more questions to fling her way.  Like–


(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)

There was something else that Berniece mentioned that worried Annie more, only because she wasn’t privy to this part of Kerry’s life. “What if he parent try to keep him from attention school in the fall?”

Berniece smiled. “They have no control over that. It’s not up to them: it’s up to Kerry.” She crossed and uncrossed her legs until she was comfortable. “There’s a clause in the control his parents signed that passes the decision to attend Salem, or any other school in The Foundation network, to the student in question—that student being Kerry. That was another thing we disused before leaving Berlin, and he said he’d bring it up if they pressed him about not going back.”

That’s one problem out of the way, but— “What if—?” Annie pressed her thumb over her lips for a moment. “What if his parent were stupid enough to take the contract to a lawyer and attempt to have it broken? Or even try to expose The Foundation?”


So there’s a clause in the contract that says Kerry’s the only one with the power to decide if he’s going to school or not.  Neat.  It probably also means that he can now have all the sex talks he wants with Coraline ’cause F-you, folks, I can.

But Annie makes another good point:  what if they try to go to court to break the contact and expose The Foundation and their evil band of young witches in training?  It’s a legitimate question, but there’s something Annie’s isn’t considering…


Berniece stared across at the girl for a few moments before resting her weight against the right chair arm. “Annie, have you ever heard of that happening?”


“And you never will.”

“Why? Does The Foundation step in the moment they hear someone is attempting to break a contract?”

Now Berniece laughed. “They don’t have to: they take care of the problem ahead of time.” She sat back with a sigh. “The contract is enchanted: it’s a modified form of a Sorceress’ Bargain. See, there’s a clause in the contract that states that the signatories to the contract—that would be Kerry’s parent in this instance—are not allowed to divulge the contents of the contract in public without the express permission of a representative of The Foundation.  Originally that person was Mr. Mayhew, but he passed that responsibility over to me. And, when we were in the Cardiff station, I passed that responsibility to—”

“You passed it to Kerry.” Annie’s face brightened as she smiled. “They can’t do anything with the contract without his permission?”

“It’s not just the contract: they can’t tell anyone who is Normal that Kerry is a witch. Louise and Davyn can’t even tell their families without Kerry’s permission. He would likely need to start that conversation before they could say a word.”

Annie looked down shaking her head. “His mother is not going to like that.”

“No, she won’t, but it’s of no matter: they signed it, the contract is binding, and they have to live with that—and with the fact that Kerry controls his fate as far as his parents going around blabbing about his existence. It’s a common practice for Normals.” Berniece shrugged. “And even if they could speak about the contract, there isn’t a solicitor in the UK who’d believe a story about a school for witches in the US. They’d think they were being presented with a fake contract and likely tell them to leave.”


And now you know what happens when you sign contacts with witches–they get you under their enchantment and jack you up!  It makes sense in a way ’cause as Berniece says, have you ever heard of anyone coming forward and saying, “Witch!  I know where there are witches ’cause my kid is one!”  No, never.  And that’s because The Foundation is keeping that in check with enchanted contracts.  So basically, if Kerry wanted to be a dick, he could just never let his parents ever say he’s a witch to anyone, and this is why people aren’t going off bragging on their kid’s magical abilities.

Annie’s never thought about this because it’s her life:  she’s always been around magic, and it’s not like her parents go around bragging on how their daughter can bleed out people real fast.  This is one of the disadvantages of Annie trying to understand everything Kerry’s going through, because she’s magically privileged.  Though I’m sure Annie would never start hashtagging stuff with #AllWitchesMatter because she isn’t like that.  Also, she doesn’t have a Twitter account.

Tonight I must stick to my plan, and I will do as I said and get in the writing and then get my meds and then back to the writing.  ‘Cause there is so much to do–

Okay, maybe I'll take a moment at some point and stop and smell the coffee--

Okay, maybe I’ll take a moment at some point and stop and smell the coffee–

Stranger Things, Season 1, Chapter 2, “The Weirdo On Maple Street”

Creepy kids and total Breakfast Club stuff is going down here, so come in and have a look–

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Netflix's Stranger Things Season 1 Episode 2 Eleven points at Will [Image via Netflix] Welcome to the recap of Episode 2 (entitled “The Weirdo on Maple Street”) of Season 1 of Stranger Things. Here’s what went down.

So Eleven (Millie Bobby Brown) knows nothing of this thing called “modesty” and poor Dustin (Gaten Matarazzo) can’t believe his luck. The other boys discuss the problem that is Eleven once Mike (Finn Wolfhard) sends her into a room to get changed and the audience finds out she doesn’t like confined spaces at all. Mike is the lucky one who gets to keep Eleven over night but they devise a plan where they will get her to knock on Mike’s front door in the morning, therefore putting an adult in charge and absolving them of everything.

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A Link Back to the Link

You know what I’m going to say, ’cause it was Recap Night yesterday, but because I have a good deposit in the word bank I can still lay stuff out,  and that’s why you’re still reading.  I’m just about at six thousand words total in the story, which is a little behind my average of about five thousand a week, but I’m pretty certain that by the time the middle of August rolls around I’ll be over the fifteen thousand word mark and probably into novella territory.

But last night it was finishing up Stranger Things before spending three hours to write my recap–yeah, it takes me that long–and then maybe another twenty minutes of watching some TV before I finally went to bed tired as all hell.  It was a long day, and today will likely be as long because I would like to finish this current scene and get into the next one.

Oh, and maybe watch a little TV, too. Damn you, streaming media!

Oh, and maybe watch a little TV, too. Damn you, streaming media!

Annie has now guessed that Ms. Rutherford–or Berniece, as Annie is calling her, ’cause this is a more relaxed environment and Annie is all about that–is a Protector, it’s up to her guest to spill the beans.  Is she or isn’t she?  And the answer is…


(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)

“You have access to reports on our academic progress, to issues which are personal, and you know the things we’ve done with the Guardians. I don’t believe you are a Guardian, so that leaves being a Protector.”

Humph. You are quick to figure things out.” Berniece tugged a bit on the skin below her lips. “The Educational Division develops and monitors curriculum as well as hiring and supervising staff and instructors, but they felt it was best if someone else watched over the students when they were away from their schools and step in to assist them should the need arise.” She crossed her arms over her stomach. “Plus, since we’re already trained to write details reports, it allows us to begin the process of constructing a Foundation member’s dossier.”

“So you see everything.”

“Not everything. For example, I know that over this last school year the Guardians had you undergoing marionette training under the supervision of Lovecraft and Chai, and the reports I’ve seen indicate you’ve both done well for yourselves.

“I’m also aware that in the third weekend in April, 2012, Kerry and you left school grounds with Lovecraft and Sladen. Now, the report I received was heavily redacted: I know you left late Thursday afternoon and didn’t return until early Saturday night. Though I can piece together enough to figure out you were on an Observation and Pickup Op, I have no idea where you went, who you were their to watch and/or pickup—though I do know you must have encountered a bit of trouble.”


One could say that Annie, Kerry, and Erywin did encounter a “bit of trouble” when they were on their field op, and Annie is probably giggling inside at the comment.  But she is curious about something–


Annie couldn’t imagine the Guardians would have published any details of their battle with Deconstructors on the Link Bridge, but she eager to learn how Berniece was aware they’d seen action. “How is that possible?”

“Though jaunt logs and medical records. Kerry and you jaunted to Salem from the CDC in Atlanta, and you spent the night in the Salem hospital—probably in the same bed.”  Berniece chuckled. “Doctor Gallagher’s reports indicate Kerry suffered from a heavy electrical shock as well has having a slight concussion. And you had a broken arm and a concussion as well.” She flipped her right hand to one side as if she were casting something away. “Ergo, something happened while you were on your op. And if you were in that sort of shape, I can only imagine what happened to the people on the other side of your conflict.”

It wasn’t only the fact that she’d signed a non-disclosure document with the Guardians that precluded her from commenting on Berniece’s last statement, but there was also the sense that the Guardian has entrusted he with a special duty, and Annie didn’t want to betray that trust. “I wouldn’t know what happened.”

Berniece almost laughed. “Spoken like a true Guardian.”

Annie smiled back. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” The smile faded slowly. “What’s going to happen with Kerry?”

“For the moment, nothing:  life goes on as it would normally.”  Berniece took a moment to scratch the area between she brows.  “We don’t consider the Malibeys a high risk family, so I don’t anticipate they’ll attempt any violence towards Kerry.  Depending on what he told them after he left, they probably don’t want to try anything.”  She tapped the arm of her chair.  “He has a panic button, and he’s assured me that if the situation at home gets too bad he’ll leave.”  There was a monetary pause as she checked her nails.  “We’ll both have to wait and see.”


This means that Ms. Rutherford sees stuff about their operations–as in, they went out on one–but that’s as deep as the dirt goes.  It is a bit funny that Annie immediately slips into “I can neither confirm or deny that rumor” mode when it looks like Ms. Rutherford is looking for answers.  She’s also probably worked on a line like that for years, even that she’s always wanted to be a Guardian.

But the important part is, what is going to happen with Kerry.

You’ll find out soon enough.

Sense8, Season 1, Episode 7, “W. W. N. Double D?”

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[Image via Netflix] [Image via Netflix] It’s Episode 7, and that means we’re now beyond the half-way point of Sense8 and heading towards the end. And after what happened last week, things are starting to get even more crazy—

W. W. N. Double D?

Written by The Wachowskis and J. Michael Straczynski
Directed by James McTeigue

Sun (Doona Bae) finally arrives at prison. She gets off the bus looking a bit apprehensive, because who knows what’s coming next.

San Francisco:
Nomi (Jamie Clayton) and Amanita (Freema Agyeman) are on the roof of a parking structure.  Nomi wants to find out what’s going on, but she needs to level the playing field to get there, so she’s making contact with one of her old hacking buddies.  Neets asks if she can trust this guy, and Nomi finally tells her girlfriend that this was the guy who should have went to jail for hacking…

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Secrets Outside the Secrets

I surprised myself last night, I really did.  Just when I didn’t think I was going to have a good writing session, I sat down and worked my way through a little over nine hundred words, and that ended up getting the scene right around twenty-three hundred words, with more to come.  I may get in a few this evening–maybe just to finish a few thoughts–but my best guess is I’ll finish the scene tomorrow night.

And then I get to write about angsty Kerry.  It’s so much fun.

"So far it's going great.  If only I could get this story to write itself."

“So far it’s going great. If only I could get this story to write itself.”

Yesterday we got a little bit of info on what happened in the aftermath of jaunting out of Casa Malibey, and we got to see what Berniece Rutherford really looks like.  And while we’re on the subject of Kerry’s case worker, Annie has a few more questions:


(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)

Though she was the one who first told Kerry about the slow aging of witches once they were through puberty, Bernice’s appearance only emphasized the point even more. “I’m certain I will. You must excel at this job.”

Bernice shrugged. “Not really. It’s common for The Foundation to choose case works who are only a few years removed from their own graduations. They feel it’ll help us empathize with our charges since we went through the same things only a decade before.” She glanced towards the unlit fireplace. “My own case worker was twenty-four when I same out.” She took a long sip of her tea before setting it aside. “One of the advantages you get being born into a Normal family is you get someone to help you through school.”

Being a Legacy it was true that Annie didn’t require a case worker since, as her mother said once, she didn’t need to live outside The Foundation system as much as a witch from a normal background. “Yes, I don’t need a case worker—” She eyed her guest. “But I have one anyway—don’t I?”

“Because of your relationship with Kerry—which we both know is more than just a relationship.” Berniece crossed her legs. “I see all the reports on you as well as Kerry. I know your proficiencies in magic; I know how well you tutor each each. I know of your astral bond—” She motioned with her hand towards Annie. “—and I know why there’s a medical monitor etched into your chest.” She smiled moments after her host glanced downward as if to assure herself that the enchantment wasn’t showing. “You’re a part of his life, and he yours, so I am kept aware.”


This is the first time we actually learn that they are a package deal, and that Annie is looked at just as much as Kerry.  And by saying that Berneice knows they are more than just a couple, she’s referring to the special situation that originally brought them together.  In a way, Ms. Rutherford is sitting across from one half of the youngest married couple in The Foundation, and she isn’t there to give Annie an update on her boyfriend–she’s there to tell her about her husband.

But Annie has some ideas about the person in the lake house with her she needs to discuss:


Annie was curious about how much the case worker was aware of their lives. “You know of our shared vision, yes?” She nodded back over her right shoulder. “You’ve spent enough time looking up there for it not to be a coincidence.”

Berniece looked downward with half closed eyes. “I have read the report on your shared vision, and what represents to you.” She scratched the bridge of her nose with a nail. “I also get reports on your Guardian activity.”

“You do?” Annie was surprised to hear this. “Why do you get that?”

“To keep track of your progress—I mean, in a way what you do with them could be considered part of your schooling.”

It was only then that Annie figured out something about the woman across from her. “You work for the Protectors, don’t you?”

“Why do you say that?”

“You have access to reports on our academic progress, to issues which are personal, and you know the things we’ve done with the Guardians. I don’t believe you are a Guardian, so that leaves being a Protector.”

I wonder if Berniece knows about Annie’s rune dream, too?  Probably, because those dreams were an important part in both their lives.  Annie’s likely showed their link to their astral bonding–and may have indicated that the Three Bindings took place–and Kerry’s dream not only reminded him that he, too, was connected to Annie through their astal bonding, but there was a “someone” inside them waiting for their chance to merge and become one with him.

Ever think Berniece reads these reports and wonders what of crazy hell she’s gotten herself into?

I guess this means we find out if Ms. Rutherford really is a Protector.  I mean, after getting you to this set up, it wouldn’t make any sense not to give you a payoff.

The Aftermath of the Aformentioned

So, actually, a pretty productive weekend.  Did some editing, did shopping, did writing, did TV watching, had diner with friends, stayed out of trouble.  As of last night I climbed over the five thousand word mark in the new novel, which is about where I expected to be after a week–well, eight days, but there were a couple of days there where I didn’t actually do a lot or any work on the new novel, so more like five thousand in six days.

I quibble.

And that brings us to the post of the morning:

"Seriously, she thinks Rose is the best?  I'm gonna have to set this bitch straight, won't I?"

“Thanks, Cassie:  I wondered when you were getting to the point.”

I do get there, eventually.

If scene one was a lead-in to a flashback, and scene two was the flashback, then it only seems to reason that scene three is gonna bookend scene two.  And that’s just what happens:  we now head back to the House by the Lake and finish up what was started a few thousand words back:


(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)

“You jaunted out of their house?” Annie leaned forward and snorted. “I wonder how shocked they were by that?”

Berniece snickered before taking a sip of her tea. “Quite a lot, I imagine.”

“Did Kerry know you were going to do that?”

“No. I thought it best he not know.”

Annie nodded in agreement. “Probably would have made him more nervous.”

“And that was something he didn’t need.” Berniece set her cup and saucer on the end table next to her chair. “I didn’t want to add to the stress he was already under.”

“Then why did you jaunt out?”

“Why not? His parents knew I was witch, so why pretend that I can’t do simple magic?”

Annie couldn’t argue with her logic. Magic is something we do; why pretend you can’t? “I imagine Kerry had to explain what happened.”

“More than likely.” Berniece sighed. “Poor kid.”


Having Ms. Rutherford jaunt right out of sight while standing in front of Kerry’s mom probably didn’t help Louise’s nerves much, though I imagine Kerry probably chuckled after that happened.  Ah, just wait until Kerry starts doing that:  he’ll be like Carl and never stay inside the house.  Though that might not be a thought that went running through his mom’s mind at that moment . . .


“Why didn’t you stay with him?”

“Because his mother and father wanted me to leave, and to go against their wishes would have created a situation.” Berniece passed her hand over her tea cup and a wisp of steam rose from the water. “We’re instructed to become confrontational only if necessary, and it wasn’t necessary. Not at that moment.”

Annie didn’t belabor the point: it didn’t take much imagination to see the harm that would be caused by an Aware case worker getting into a fight with the Normal parents of a young witch. It would hurt Kerry more than help him if she’s refused to leave. “Have you heard from him since last night?”


You could say, “She should have stayed there while Kerry’s parents ripped him a new one for no good reason,” but why?  To force yourself into the conversation?  To prove you’re not going to let the Normal people push you around ’cause you’re one of the Aware and better than them?  Bang-up job you’re doing there to keep people from shitting themselves, because you’re not helping your cause by being an asshole to the parents.

It’s really a shitty place to be, but Ms. Rutherford will say things later on to support why she doesn’t think it’s a problem.  Besides, it was pointed out that Kerry can stand up for himself these days, though when it comes to his parents, there’s still a lot of internalized conflict there.

Now, has Kerry contacted his case working?  Well . . .


“No.” She removed her mobile from her purse and checked something. “I had a Watcher go by his house around twenty-two thirty last night, and their message then said that he was up in his room at his desk doing something while his parents where still in the family room watching TV and talking.” She put her phone back in her purse. “No messages this morning, but that’s not usually. They’ll likely take a pass by his house before noon.”

“I see.” Annie didn’t find it unusual that a Watcher had checked in on Kerry, or that Berniece asked for the check-up. “How long will that continue?”

“For the next few days. Just to make certain things haven’t turned bad.”

“You don’t expect that, do you?”

“No. But best not to take chances this first week.”

“True.” Annie cleared her throat. “May I ask a question?”

Berniece sipped her tea before answering. “Go ahead.”

“May I see what you really look like? I mean—” She gave a small grin. “You showed Kerry.”

“Oh, of course.” In seconds Berniece shifted from her older, more adult appearance to her unaltered appearance. “Sorry: guess I’m still in the habit of looking that other way.”

“You’ve had to look that way with us for a year and a half, so I see how it might be hard to break.” Annie reexamined her guest. “You do look young.”

“Remember this when you’re my age: you’ll look the same.”


Now you know that Ms. Rutherford showed up in “older mode” when she walked into the Lake House, and part of that may have been due to knowing she might meet Annie’s parents.  She can do away with that now because, well, the magical cat is out of the bag, and there’s no need to hid among your own kind–a phrase she used with his parents, and which may have not been the best phrase to throw out there.

The process here with the excerpts will be to put out about five hundred words daily, while writing a little more than that every night when possible.  That way I stay ahead of posting and don’t feel pressured to get the new content in before putting it out for all to see.  Right now I’m two posts ahead, and if I can get another six hundred into the story tonight it’ll stay that way.  I do hope to not feel pressured to write, because in the last few months of the last novel the pressure was there in droves, and I really want to avoid that at all cost right now.

Right now, the only one who should feel pressure is a certain ginger in Cardiff…

Handling Change Like a Pro

Now, while I didn’t do a lot of writing yesterday, that doesn’t mean I wasn’t working at writing.  See, I was down in the editing, trying out a new writing tool:  ProWritingAid, which is found online and for which I’m supplying a link.  This came recommended to me by another writer, and for those of my friends who also write I’m recommending it to you.

See, I know I’m not a perfect writer.  Sometimes I’m not even a good writer, and sometimes I’m a lazy writer because I’m tired and I’m just trying to make a word count.  There are things I do in my writing that aren’t right, and though I do my best to prevent that from happening, things slip through.

So having this tool is nice.  At the moment it’s a web application, but there is a desktop version currently in beta testing that will be availble for a licence fee of $40 a year.  Depending on how much you write, that $40 might be worth it.

Usage is simple.  First you cut and paste what you want analyzed into the window on the first page:

Here's a few words I just finished writing.

Here’s a few words I just finished writing.

Then hit the big green button and wait for your report.

Which you may or may not want to see.

Which you may or may not want to see.

I enjoy seeing the overused words, because know there are words in my lexicon that end up being rode like a lathered horse in my novels.  Under Writing Style Check you can see I have repeated sentence starts, which is probably due to using the word “she” time and again in this particular piece.  I have an issue with sentence length here, but it’s the opposite of what I normally get, which is three or four sentences that are too long.  Here they are two short, and that’s probably due to the amount of dialog used in that particular excerpt, which does not involve a character named John Galt.

This has helped me catch and clean up more than a few issues, and I’ll use it on the scenes I’ve already edited in A For Advanced while running my new work through it as well.  It might not make me a perfect writer, but I’m betting it’ll make me a better one.

Speaking of writing–

The last few days have seen us reading about what happened to Kerry on his big Coming Out Night, and we’ve went from “I’m a witch” to “Oh, shit!  You’re a witch!”  And given that at least one third of the Malibey clan is just a tinsy bit high strung it’s not surprising that shit goes off the rails fast:


(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)

“I see.” Louise folded her hands across her lap and stared unfocused into space. “I need you leave.”

“I beg your pardon?” Ms. Rutherford cocked her head to one side. “Is there a—”

“I need you to leave.” Louise straightened as her eyes turned cold. “I want you out of this house, and I want you out now.”

Even before picking up Kerry this evening Ms. Rutherford had known there was a possibility things might not work out for the best, and events seemed to be taking a turn in that direction. It wasn’t her intention to argue or make Kerry’s parents see reason: her only concern was being with Kerry during his reveal and making certain he was aware of his options should the situation at home grow worse. “I understand.” She reached for her handbag which was on the floor. “I’ll be on my way.”



Ah, the old Facebook trick of getting ready of telling someone to leave a group, but then taking a few minutes to get in a few verbal licks before kicking them to the curb.  Good thing Ms. Rutherford isn’t on Facebook, though she is completely aware of how this trick usually plays out, because it’s been used in movies a million times–


Ms. Rutherford never liked situations where she was told to do something, then ordered to do just the opposite. It usually never went well. “Yes?”

“I want you to tell whomever it is you report to that I am not happy with what transpired tonight.” Louise paused to take a breath as she appeared to try and control herself. “I’m not happy with what I’ve learned today, and I’m certainly not happy that we’ve been lied to by your organization. I am particularly upset with the fact that we’ve had no input on our son’s education, and that your school feels they are the only one with an opinion here.”

“I’ll let them know.”

“Also—” Louise’s green eyes took on a dark hue. “Let them know that we are going to seriously reconsider allowing Kerry to return in the fall.”

What?” Kerry was almost out of his chair after his mother’s comment. “You can’t—”


Oh, please Kerry:  you knew this was coming.  And you had to expect what follows:


Shut up.” His mother’s eyes flashed anger as she jabbed a finger at her son. “This is partially your fault for not saying anything.”

“What was I supposed to say? That I was a witch?”

“You can be quiet—”

You wouldn’t have believed me if I had told you.”

SHUT UP. We’ll discuss this later.” Louise was on her feet facing Kerry’s case worker as Dayvn looked on embarrassed. “You can go now.”


Yes, Kerry, it’s your fault you’re a witch!  And you didn’t tell Mommy, so double your fault.  However, that doesn’t mean your case working doesn’t have a parting shot–


“Very well.” Ms. Rutherford got to her feet slowly. “One last thing before I leave—”

“What is it?”

“The Foundation believes that only among his own kind—among other witches, that is—will he flourish. They’ve already seen him grow both in both skills and personally, and they feel this will continue until he graduate.” She lowered her voice slightly. “Trying to prevent Kerry from returning to Salem would be a mistake, and The Foundation would take an extremely dim view on that action.”

Dayvn finally stood next to his wife. “Is that meant to be a threat?”

“Simply a statement of fact, Mr. Malibey. Nothing more.”

“Never the less—” He pointed towards the kitchen. “As my wife said, you need to leave.”

“And I will.” Ms. Rutherford turned to Kerry. “You’ll be all right?”

He looked up and nodded. “I’ll be okay.”

“He’s not your concern.” Louise now stood face-to-face with the Foundation witch and acted as if she were about to give the woman a push. “I’ll show you to the door.”

“That won’t be necessary.” A slight grin formed in the corner of Ms. Rutherford’s mouth. “I’ll show myself out—”


It’s official:  the Malibey’s have gone all Vernon and Petunia Dursley on their boy and are not happy there is a witch in the house.  Given that they’re always seemed a bit distant from their son anyway, Kerry will probably take this all in stride and chalk it up to more parental bullshit he needs to deal with.

However, Berniece Rutherford is speaking with Annie, and she will know the whole story of how Coming Out Night went.  She also knows how crappy Kerry is treated, and that Mommy Malibey has struck Kerry on occasion only because she can, and that’s something that doesn’t sit well with the Soul Mate of Pamporovo.  So one has to wonder:  how much longer before Kerry’s mom figures out that this Girl Who Writes is also a witch, and when does she discover that’s Annie’s also the Witch Who Can Blast You Through a Fucking Wall If You Piss Her Off?

"Hi, Mrs. Malibey.  I hear you have a problem with my soul mate--"

“Hi, Mrs. Malibey. I hear you have a problem with my soul mate–“

I have a feeling Annie will be one wife who doesn’t put up with bullshit from her mother-in-law…

Stranger Things, Season 1, Chapter 1, “The Vanishing Of Will Byers”

We’re now getting into “Stranger Things”, and Rachel is gonna tell you all about them.

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Netflix Stranger Things Season 1 Episode 1 Boys in the rain [image via Netflix] The time is November 6, 1983. The place, a secret laboratory that isn’t really so secret because it’s just there, right in the middle of a small town called Hawkins (referred to as “Spielbergian Americana” by one of the Duffy Brothers). It’s so not secret that Will Byers (Noah Schnapp) passes it on his way home from a D&D tournament at his friend, Mike Wheeler’s (Finn Wolfhard), house. As a result of this, when there is a breach and something escapes the not-secret secret lab, Will is the one that comes across the critter with big hands in the woods. It is also the reason why he goes missing. But, before that can occur, we learn that weird things happen with the electricity — and, in particular, the lighting — when the not-secret secret thing with big hands is about. Even still, Will manages to get home, load up a…

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