Believe it or not, Chapter Two is finished and in the book, so to speak.
During this morning’s writing session I actually came within about forty words of hitting the thirty thousand word mark, so I’ll likely write a few hundred words in the first scene of Chapter Three to jump that mark. It won’t be long–maybe a week and a half–before this is a “real” novel. But who keeps track of word counts? Oh, me: that’s who.
Also, today is the first time out wearing the new wig and so far I’ve had a couple of complements on how I look. I have to say that I really love how I look with this wig and that I do feel a lot more girly, if that’s at all possible. The next step is to get a low-heat curling iron and see if I can style this sucker a little, as it’s heat resistant.
Yesterday we heard about the reasons why Alex wanted to get into Advanced Formulistic Magic and how she was willing to work hard to make that happen.
(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)
Annie realized in that moment that while she loved mixing formulas into magical mixtures, she did not understand the excitement the Normal kids in Advanced Formulistic Magic—Kerry included—appeared to have when they learned they’d be working in the Chemical Superlab in the Tesla Science Center after the start of 2014. She thought it was perhaps due to knowing how her mother worked within the confines of a small workstation similar to what they used on a regular basis and didn’t understand the glamour in working with equipment that would allow them to created several hundred kilos or liters of a mixture at one time.
Annie barley broke into a smile when she thought back to the next to last Advanced Formulistic Magic of their B Levels when Erywin showed them around the newly refurbished chemical lab, which was damaged by a magical mishap right before Yule holiday, 2012. About ten minutes after arriving Kerry climbed up on a stepladder and looked into one of the processing vat before yelling “Yo, Gatorade me, bitch.” Annie didn’t understand why he said that at or what it meant at the time, but half the class began laughing while Erywin stood silently and rolled her eyes. It was only while walking back to the Chemistry Building that both Kerry and Erywin explained his outburst—
Good ol’ Kerry, living up to his geek status and finding a way to let it shine around around the most mundane of science equipment. But what could have possessed a twelve year old boy to yell out the thing he did?
As kinda pointed out in the first novel, by this time everyone knows that your middle or high school chemistry instructor is only one financial emergency away from becoming the world’s next drug kingpin, and Erywin did point out during her first day in A Level Formulistic Magic that she does have the know how to cook some wicked-ass meth. And if there was ever a place to do so, the Tesla Superlab is the place. Outside of Isis, Eyrwin, and maybe a few other people, who would really know if an enterprising student were producing a mixture that would likely put them on the DEA’s Most Wanted List?
Actually the lab is monitored pretty heavily for this reason, because you can bet that some asshole witch has tried doing just this at some point. And believe it or not, The Foundation is really loath to allow a student at their most prestigious school to cook up the most incredible mind-bending shit the world has ever seen. Of course, what they do once they’re out of school is another story…
Now that we’re pretty certain Kerry’s going to become the Jesse Pinkman of Advanced Formulistic Magic, is Annie going to help her friend work her butt off so she can join in on the fun?
But that wasn’t why Annie smiled: it was the realization that Alex wanted to work extra hard so she could join their craziness…
Annie set her virgin mojito aside. “Alex, I would be happy to tutor you. I understand why you want this: I mean, if there’s anyone who works to be the best at school, it’s me.”
Alex appeared as if she were about to leap out of her seat. “Oh, thank you, Annie.” She rocked back and forth a few times trying to dissipate her excitement. “I promise, I’ll work hard. I want to: I have to.”
Annie tapped at one of the roll with her chopstick. “One of the things I could do is work with you on a project and have Kerry watch. If you and I do something that he and I have already worked on, he can track our steps and see if there’s something you’re doing that varies from what we’ve done.”
“I didn’t think about that.” Alex folded her hands in her lap and closed her eyes as she gave a pleasant sigh. “You’re sure he won’t mind just sitting there watching us?”
Annie didn’t feel the need to elaborate that when they spent part of their B Levels teaching magic to each other that was exactly what they did. “He won’t mind. And I know he’ll be happy to help you out.”
“Thank you, again.”
“You’re welcome.” Annie folded her arms across her body as she looked down at the table top. “May I ask you something?”
Of course Annie is going to help Alex and she’ll even bring Kerr in to help out, because Alex is his friend as well, and he knows better than to say no to his soul mate. But what is this that Annie is asking? Could it have to do with future mother-in-law problems? Well…