Well, as I hoped, Chapter One is done. Took another nine hundred words to get to this point, but finished it is with nearly fifteen thousand words written in a month.
I know I’m a little behind my normal goal of twenty thousand words a month, but given all the other stuff I’ve written in the last month I’d consider what I’ve produced a good start. And I finally feel as if I’m getting comfortable with the story and not stumbling around trying to find the right words.
As you can see things are going to get interesting in Chapter Two. In my video yesterday I said this is all about meetings, and that’s exactly what you’ll see: meetings. At the moment, however, there is only one meeting that is of interest, and Kerry’s figured out where they are–
(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)
Annie looked surprised. “You know this place?”
“Not really, but there’s a river there—” He grinned as her pointed to the bridge on his left. “—and I can see Notre-Dame Cathedral over your shoulder.” The grin turned into a broad smile. “That kinda gives it away.”
Annie took both his hands. “Sometimes I forget that even though you’ve never visited these places you’re still quite worldly.”
“Only because I’ve wanted to visit all these places.”
She pulled him close. “And we shall visit here in a few months.”
He kissed her on the nose. “I can’t wait. Where are we?”
Annie turned and looked towards the huge intersection. “That is the Place Saint Michel. We’re in the Monnaie neighborhood of the 6th arrondissement: the Paris Mint is not far away.” She pointed across the intersection. “If we cross the street we’d enter the 5th arrondissement. And in case you hadn’t realized, this is also the Rive Gauche.”
Kerry nodded. “The Left Bank.”
“You know that as well.”
Annie smiled coyly as she retook his hand. “I’d say most of the kids with whom we attend school.”
“Point taken.” He turned and examined the building directly behind him, in particular the corner restaurant. “Le Paradis du Fruit?”
So now we have the location locked down: the intersection that is Place Saint Michel and you can see the place Kerry metions–
Kerry’s never been here but he knows his locals and if you see what he sees, you’ll know you’re in Paris:
You can see the bridge over the Seine on the left, and the twin spires of Notre-Dame Cathedral in the background. Ten years ago I walked right past this point without ever knowing it was going to end up in a story, so there’s a sort of strange symmetry going on here, maybe even a bit of a hidden memory. Doesn’t matter now: it’s in the story.
And now we can get a better look at where the kids are spending this part of the scene.
By the way the title of this post is a play on the title of the novel E=mc2 Mon Amour by Patrick Cauvin, which eventually became the movie A Little Romance. It’s the story of a young French boy and an equal young American girl who meet in Paris, fall in love, and run off to Venice on a particular adventure. Given that my novels are about a young Welsh-Irish-American boy and a Bulgarian girl who meet at a school for witches in America and set off on a series of adventures also has an interesting correlation that needs mentioning. Do you think Kerry knows about the movie and Annie the novel? What do you think?
So why is Annie attracted to his location?
She led him towards a section of outside tables near the shop. “Mama and I come here once in a while when we want to get away from the house and relax over a salad and smoothie.”
Kerry held the chair while Annie sat before taking the one across from her. “Must be nice.”
“Being able to jaunt off to Paris when you need a break from the home.”
Annie scratched behind her right ear. “We haven’t done it since last August, but yes: it is nice to be able to go anywhere in Europe because there’s only an hour or two difference among the cities—” She pointed a finger across the table. “And the two hour difference is only up by you.”
“I had nothing to do with that.” Kerry chucked then closed his eyes. A few seconds later two glasses filed with colored liquids appeared before them. “There you are: lemon-banana smoothie for you, and strawberry-pomegranate for me.”
Annie gave a slow clap. “Nicely done. You’ve been practicing lucid dreaming.”
He nodded. “Yeah. For a couple of weeks now.” He took a sip of his drink. “Is that what you’re using to make all the sound around us, like we’re really in Paris?”
“I’m not doing that: not intentionally.” She took a sip of her own drink and nodded her approval. “It must be my memory of this place. Even late at night there’s always a lot of traffic, a lot of people out walking.”
Kerry folded his hands and set them on the table. “Have you come here at night with your mother?”
“We have a couple of times when Papa was away.”
He stared across the table to the other side of the Seine River. “Must be nice.”
Even though she was aware Kerry loved hearing about all the places she’d visited, there were times when Annie saw that discussing her travels brought about some personal sadness. He wants to see so many places, and up until now he can only visit them over the Internet. That’s why when we were in London, Amsterdam, and Berlin he wanted to see as much as possible.
She decided now was the time to tell him something she had planed to say for at least a week. “I was going to wait until we were in London this coming Wednesday, but since we’re together now—I’m going to start working on jaunting this year.”
There are a couple of surprises there. First, Kerry’s getting much better at making things happen in dreams: as Annie points out he’s been working on his lucid dreaming. And Annie’s ready to get her jaunt on and once that happens you can bet she’s gonna take the time to know how to get to her favorite places there won’t be any way you can keep this kid at home. Though jaunting off two thousand kilometers to Paris requires a lot of willpower, as we’ve seen Annie has that.
And is Paris the only place she wants to visit? Ha!
He snapped his attention back to her. “You are?”
“Yes. I decided I didn’t want to wait until our D Levels for instruction.” She sat back and crossed her legs. “The sooner I can do that, the sooner I can go places on my own.” The right corner of her mouth turned up in a grin. “At least until I come visit someone, after which we can come here for real.”
This news brightened Kerry’s face. “So are we gonna come here before we return to Salem?” They were both aware that Paris was the staging city for all returning students from Europe, Africa, and Western Asia, and he expected that Annie was going to spend most of their free time showing them the sights.
Annie nodded as she picked up her drink. “Of course. I don’t know where we’re going to stay but there’s a Metro station right across the street. I imagine getting here won’t take us more than twenty minutes if we’re staying in the main part of the city.” She smiled across the top of her drink. “It won’t be anything new for us.”
“No, it won’t.” He also sat back and enjoyed his imaginary drink.
Now that she had him in a better mood Annie figure she could ask Kerry the thing that had been on her mind that night. “My love, why did you ask me to time my letters so they arrive on the days when your parents aren’t home?”
Wait, what? I’m not gonna tell you why Kerry told Annie to time her letter? You got that right: you gotta wait until tomorrow for that news. I know, I’m a bitch, but I’m a good bitch and that’s what matters.
Hey, at least you’ll get all that tomorrow–and maybe even a little more…