As I expected I’m on a three-hour delay this morning, which means I’ve frittered away about two hours of morning before getting around to writing this post. I seem to be doing that a lot of late, probably because I need the downtime.
Oh, and I was out in the snowstorm yesterday. Why? To go have beer, that’s why. How did I get there? I walked.
Yes, I spent hours walking around in a snowstorm on deserted streets for two glasses of beer, a hard cider, and a great sandwich at the Yellow Bird Café. Because maybe I just didn’t want to sit in the apartment all day long.
This doesn’t mean I didn’t write any yesterday: I did. In fact, I did manage to get in my thousand words and nearly made it eleven hundred. But I had reached the point where he didn’t need to go on any longer and I left it at that. I managed to do it all while struggling to keep my eyes open.
The good news is I’m almost 5800 words upon the excerpts at this point. The bad news is I’m starting excerpts on the scene before the one in which I’m working, which means I need to write faster and harder to get them done. That means I need to get at least five hundred words out of the way tonight just to keep up. Such is the life of a writer showing their wares.
After spending some time in the Witch House it’s time to go over to the other side of the Salem campus and see what’s going on in the Transformation Center. Which means were about to look in on the other half of Team Lovey Dovey.
(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017 by Cassidy Frazee)
As was usual inside the Transformation Center, the temperature inside the classroom was just a touch on the warm side—at least it was to Kerry’s liking. It was always like this for any transformation class, because after two years he knew Jessica always liked to keep her classrooms slightly warm. She did this, he was aware, because she wanted to keep everyone just a bit uncomfortable. She’d said several times in the past she did this because of students could concentrate in less-than-perfect conditions, they’d be able to craft transformation magic anywhere in the real world.
After two years, however, Kerry realized there was another reason for this forced discomfort: a student who was good in transformation magic would find it possible to change their metabolism just enough that they could ignore the slightly stifling classroom. This was especially true for any students in the Advanced Transformation class, which was the reason why, when looking around the room, none of the other four students with him seemed to give any outward appearance that they appeared bothered.
Kerry knew he wasn’t bothered, for he had figured out how to ignore the heat near the and of his A Levels and taught Annie how to craft the same spells before leaving Salem for the first time. While he still couldn’t ignore the effects of extreme cold or extreme heat—much like the temps found during winter and summer—he could easily ignore a two or three degree change in temperature.
This was something that popped up in the A Level novel and while it was on touched in the B Level novel, it was there. It’s always there. Jessica likes to keep everyone uncomfortable: we know this. She likes to “test” people, much in the same way Helena was testing Annie at the same time Kerry’s thinking about how he’s gotten around being hot and uncomfortable in Transformation class. This Salem school sure does a hell of a lot of testing for a place that doesn’t hand out grades.
And just as we saw in Advanced Formulistic Magic, we get a rundown of the students in class. And just like in that class there appears to be something on Kerry’s mind–
Annie wasn’t in class tonight—she told him that Helena wanted to see her in the Witch House and he’d have to show her what he learned Friday afternoon—which meant there were only the four other students from last year’s class. Kaisa Božic, the E Level from Åsgårdsreia, told everyone in the first class that Jessica was interested in bringing into more students but might not do so until October. Jordana Sauceda, the El Salvadoran girl from Ceridwen, told everyone then that she hoped to see a couple of new students coming to class before she graduated, which happened at the end of this school year.
Kerry wanted to see new students and hoped they were B or C Levels, for like in nearly all the rest of his advanced classes, he was the youngest student. The only class where this was not true was in Advanced Spells, where they started out the year with two new B Levels. Upon seeing them enter the room, Kerry remembered looking to his left at Annie and sharing a smile, for in this one class they were no longer the “new kids”.
The quiet of the classroom was broken as the door flew open and Jessica strode confidently into the room, wearing a light, bright blue blouse, blue jeans, and red flats. “Good evening, everyone.” She flipped her right hand upward and the classroom door closed with a slam. “I apologize that I’m a few minutes late, but there were two last-minute detentions I needed to assign and I didn’t want to leave those for any longer than necessary.” She scanned the room, looking from student to student. “I hope you all understand.”
Now, just to leave you with a little something after your reading, one of the above three paragraphs was rewritten extensively just before I’d made this post. Can you guess which one? Can you? Then say it! Say It Again! LOUDER!
Yeah, this is what happens when I get a three-hour delay before going in the work…