Believe it or not, Chapter Eighteen is finished.
It didn’t take much: almost 500 words to put this last short scene to rest. As I knew it would: there wasn’t much to say in these scene. So in a matter of about forty minutes I got it said and put it to rest.
Then I went and did a work out.
As was suggested I’ve begun doing cardio and strength training to build up my endurance and different areas of my body. The first visit on Wednesday night was to improve my legs; today I worked on back and abdomen, which is otherwise known as your core. Having better legs and core do help you maintain derby position and give you more speed and endurance on the track. Which is what I need to do if I want to play. So, as we say, there’s no off season, and I’m making the most of it.
But, the writing.
The first part of the scene saw Kerry feeling a little down at being confined all day, but as we’ve heard, she’s also got a touch of depression with which to deal with as well. Annie and Coraline see this, but not all is lost:
(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017 by Cassidy Frazee)
“I know.” Coraline glanced to her right before speaking. “It’s become more evident in the past year.”
“When we met in dreams I never actually noticed his moods: he was always happy to see me.” Annie released a soft sigh. “I didn’t pay much attention to his moods during our A Levels since I was concentrating on other things…” She glanced down at the table top as she gathered her thoughts. “Later, though, I’d notice him being unhappy and he’s say things like he was ‘down’ or that he was ‘out of it’. It wasn’t until this last summer and the start of this school year that I understood he was depressed.”
“I noticed his moods last year and while I couldn’t give him an exact diagnosis, I suspected he had mild depression.” Coraline nodded towards the room beyond their location.
“Now that she’s filled with estrogen all the barriers are down and the depression’s hitting her hard.”
Annie hated having to watch Kerry suffer through confinement and disappointment. She knew it wasn’t her fault that she’d found it impossible to control her transitions yet, but in Kerry’s eyes she saw the self-blame her ginger girl lay upon herself. She knows it’s not her fault, but her depression is not allowing her to accept that conclusion. “Is there anything you can do for her?”
“I can give her something that will help it in the long run, but I can’t give it to her now as it’s not going to help her immediately.” A small smile began forming on Coraline’s face. “I have another idea for that, however…”
Kerry remained laying on her back, staring up at the ceiling at least six meters above her head. She felt herself shutting down: she was tired of laying around with nothing to do but watch movies. And talk to Annie. She didn’t mind talking to Annie—as always, she loved speaking with her soul mate—but on a normal Sunday they might be wandering about the grounds, or heading into Salem, or even flying off somewhere once Advanced Self Defense concluded.
That wasn’t happening today. She was stuck in bed in her night clothes, unable to leave the third floor because no one could risk seeing her with long, curly hair and boobs and—
“How are you, my love?”
Kerry turned to her right to see Annie, with a huge smile on her face, stretched across the bed, having flopped there after returning. “I’m okay.”
Annie began curling a strand of Kerry’s hair around one finger. “No, you’re not, but that’s besides the point.”
Kerry didn’t stop Annie from playing with her hair: in fact, she found it cute. “What did Coraline want?”
“She wanted to know if you were ready to eat.”
Kerry snorted. “Did you tell her I’m not hungry?”
“I did. But…” Annie slid closer. “You may be interested in hearing about what she has in mind for dinner…”
Coraline has a plan.
I should be able to show it soon…