I know, this is late. That’s because I was going to post this about an hour before heading off to three hours at the phone bank, but for some reason WordPress went belly up on me and ate my post. This is why you’re getting afternoon entertainment.
First off, the scene is finished. Wrote almost six hundred words last night and another almost six this morning and all is well with my kids now in Paris.
This scene pushed the novel over fifty thousand words and it only took twenty-three days to write ten thousand words. That’s only 434 words a day on average, but there are a few days here where I didn’t write, so in actuality I spent nineteen days writing, kicking the average up almost a hundred words more a day. Lets hope the next ten thousand come faster.
Also, there’s something special about this excerpt. I won’t say what it is until the end, but you’re seeing something here you’ve never seen before. Just wait: it comes right after my kids finish up there business.
Which starts now–
(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)
Kerry finally managed a warm smile. “Thanks, Mrs Kirilova.”
Pavlina gave the boy a quizzical look. “For?”
“For not being mad at me.”
“Well, you are in love with my daughter and I would expect you to express that love now and then.” Pavlina chuckled. “In the future, however, I would observe your surroundings before showing another such expression.”
Kerry nodded. “I’ll do that.”
Bernice nodded over her right shoulder. “Maybe it’s time you checked in?”
“A good idea.” Annie took Kerry’s hand and began leading him. “I’ve done this already: I can help.”
Kerry grabbed his luggage and proceeded to the check-in desk. The man behind the counter watched as they approached and when they was only a few meters away he finally addressed them. “ May I help you?”
“I’d like to check in.” Kerry set his backpack down next to his roll-on bag.
The man tapped something on his computer. “Name?”
Something else was entered before the man turned to Kerry. “Eble mi vidos viajn studento ID?”
Now that they were C Levels the Salem students were expected to know some common phrases spoken in Esperanto. “ May I see your student ID?” was one such phrase, and Kerry had practice this and a half-dozen others with Annie through their correspondence over the summer. He reached into one of the pockets of his backpack, retrieved his wallet, and pulled out his ID which he then handed to the man. “Here you are.”
“Thank you.” The man turned his attention back to the computer and begin entering data.
“I think it’s about time I get going.” Bernice walked up behind Kerry, her heels clicking on the tile floor. “You’ve arrived safe and sound and it doesn’t appear you need any assistance from this point on.”
Kerry turned and smiled. “Thank you for getting me this far.”
Bernice gave the boy a smile in return. “It’s not only my job, but it’s my pleasure.”
He glanced down word for just a moment. “And thank you for helping me get ready, back…” Kerry not add a little to his right. “You know.”
Bernice patted him on the shoulder. “I do know. And you’re welcome.” She turned to Annie. “You keep this lad out of trouble.”
Annie glanced to her right as she smiled. “I always do my best, Ms. Rutherford.”
“If you aren’t in a hurry, Bernice…” Pavlina stood next to Kerry’s case worker. “There’s a café I love located on the other side of the Seine. If you’re not in a hurry to get back to London, I wouldn’t mind some polite conversation over a croissant and coffee.”
“Why, thank you, Pavlina.” Bernice secured her bag on her shoulder. “I think coffee and a croissant is an excellent way to finish off this morning.”
“In that case we should leave these children get to their rooms.” She shifted her gaze between her daughter and Kerry. “I’m certain they’re in a hurry to get settled in.”
Bernice nodded. “I know I was when I was their age.”
Pavlina gave Annie a hug. “Pogrizhete se za sebe si, Anelie. Obicham te.”
Annie looked up and nodded. “Az iskam, Moma. I az te obicham.”
Pavlina came over and stood before Kerry. “I want you to have enjoyable year at school, Kerry. Remember, the summer’s over: concentrate on what lay ahead.”
Kerry was a bit surprised that Annie’s mother was telling him this. “I’ll do that, Mrs. Kirilova.”
“Pavlina.” She gave the young man a smile. “You should probably get used to calling me that.”
Run, Kerry, Run! Annie’s mom wants you to get used to calling her by her given name probably because when she saw him come in and instantly lock his lips to those of her daughter, she wondered if she was gonna have ginger hair grandkids one day. Pavlina knows her daughter and is well aware that when it comes to the Kid From Cardiff, he is the only one in her heart and odds are high one day she’ll be calling him “son”. No word yet if Annie’s father will call Kerry, “That damn American who got my daughter pregnant,” but I don’t think Annie would stand for that.
There are a lot of things Kerry has gotten used to, but this is a new one for him…
“I’ll, um…” For the first time since meeting Annie’s mother Kerry felt slightly embarrassed by her words. Her comment was easy to read: she’s letting me know that we’re going to be related. But what actually embarrassed Kerry the most was her saying it in front of others. He suspected that she may have said this in front of Annie, but to say it in front of Ms. Rutherford… “That will take some time getting used to doing.”
The right corner of Pavline’s mouth curled upward. “There’s plenty of time for that: I don’t expect that to happen overnight.”
“That’s good.” Kerry chucked as if to show he wasn’t bothered. “I’ll need it.”
Annie touched his shoulder. “You’ll get it.” She turned to her mother. “Weren’t you going for coffee?”
Pavlina’s arched her eyebrows. “Yes, I do.” She turned to Bernice. “Ready?”
“I am.” Bernice nodded at her charge. “I’ll see you at Yule?”
He pointed at his case worker. “Sure will.”
“Have a good year, Kerry. Take care, Annie, and enjoy your year.” Bernice turned to the woman beside her. “Lead on.”
“This way.” Pavlina turned towards the hotel entrance and departed with Bernice following.
Kerry seemed to deflate once the women were gone. “I did not expected that.”
Though Annie’s registered a slight amount of surprise at Kerry’s comment her tone remained neutral. “Mama only wants you to be comfortable around her. I mean—”
“Yeah, I know what you mean—”
“Sir?” Kerry turned around and found the man behind the counter holding out his ID. “You’re all checked in.”
He took the ID and returned it to his wallet and backpack. “Thank you.”
“Here is your key: you’re in Room 202.” The man slid it along with a couple of papers across the counter. “Sign here, please.” As soon as Kerry finished sighing the papers were taken and vanished below the counter. “Enjoy your stay with us.”
“I will. Thank you.” He slipped on his backpack and grabbed the handle of us luggage. Annie and he were near the entrance before he spoke in a low voice. “You in 202?”
“Of course.” She tapped her purse. “I checked in about ten minutes before you arrived.”
“The guy didn’t—”
“He said nothing.”
“And your mother?”
“He said nothing about us sharing a room.” She chuckled as they turned the corner and faced the steep flight of stairs. “Welcome to your traditional European hotels.”
Kerry looked around. “Is there a lift?”
“There is but it’s small. Besides—” She gave her soul mate a knowing look. “We go most of the year without lifts: no need to use them now.”
“True.” He crafted a levitation spell while holding on to the handle of his luggage so it’d look like he was carrying it up the stairs. “You hear The Foundation rented out the hotel for the next three days?”
“I did.” Annie crafted the same spell and followed Kerry up the stairs. “Mama told me to keep the magic off the ground floor; it’s my understanding the majority of the staff won’t venture upstairs except to clean rooms in the morning and afternoon.”
Kerry smiled as they approached the first floor landing. “Almost like being back at the school.”
Annie chuckled in agreement. “Without the cohabitation, unfortunately.”
Kerry shrugged. “Can’t have everything.”
“Then we make up for that here—” Annie gave him a kiss on the cheek once she reached the landing. “I cannot wait to see our room.”
Yeah, Annie sure does want to see her room. Don’t worry, Nini: you’ll see it soon enough.
Now, what is so special about the excerpt? Here we go: it’s not all written. While the second half of the excerpt was written this morning as I always do on Sunday morning, the first half was created last night using the voice recognition tool in Google Docs and then edited in Scrivener. I “wrote” five hundred and ninety-five words and then edited it in about an hour, so even with a few bobbles here and there I finished it off a lot faster that if I’d done that by hand. And if anyone has been following my weekend, they’ll have noticed I did two Black Mirror recaps, both of which were written the same way. Talk about productivity!
It wasn’t perfect. I had to put in quotes and actually spell out Kerry’s name, because every time I said it I got “Carrie” back, and he’s not a hormonal teenage girl having her first period–yet. But it has helped my productivity on those nights where being tired and/or a little out of it for one reason or another–as I was both Friday and Saturday nights due to taking medication–making it worth further investigation.
At this point I’m considering springing for Dragon 13 VRS (voice recognition software) and using that to help write the novel when I’m home. At the moment Dragon doesn’t interface with Scrivener for Windows–it only does that with the Mac/OS version–but I know how to get around that. See, this is nothing more that another technological tool to help one create–
And if there’s one thing I do understand, it’s technology.