Dreamin’ by the Gate

In dreams you can go anywhere–

Wide Awake But Dreaming

The state of the state of my condition is probably on the plate first thing this morning.  Last night was phone bank time and I was there for about ninety minutes.  I wasn’t feeling that well, however:  I was in a real funk of sorts likely due to the fact I’m at the bottom of my hormone cycle and I need my shot bad.

However, I did meet someone interesting:

Yes, I have women from fictional TV series sitting next to me.  And given that this woman’s hair was the same shade of white with blue streaks as won by Tuppence Middleton in Sense8, I’ll have to say I was either hallucinating or she’s a real person.  Or maybe she was like a huge fan.  I’ll never know.

The excerpt I’m presenting to day marks the point in the novel where I finally passed twenty-thousand words.  Last night I actually…

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The Language of Dreaming

It seems that what we say in dreams is important…

Wide Awake But Dreaming

Since getting my new phone I’ve been using it every day at work to listen to music.  Streaming music over my laptop was something I did regularly at my last two jobs and it was something I missed one I started working in PA because YouTube and a lot of other streaming sights are blocked.  However their guest wifi isn’t, and once I’m in da house I have the phone going.  I also have a USB charger so my phone doesn’t drain out and die.

But the last few days I’ve turned on my data stream and listened to music while first walking back from work, and yesterday walking to work.   Once I hit the edge of Capitol Park I thought, “I need a song that will show me how long it takes to walk from here,” and wouldn’t you know, there are seventeen minutes songs from my past that will tell…

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Third Floor and Chill: Feeling The Sad

So what do you know?  I actually have something written.

I was trying to get this out much earlier, but shit happens, you know?  Anyway, I have something for you: the aftermath of what’s going on up there on the third floor of the hospital.  It’s late in the afternoon on the same day and things aren’t quite what you might expect…

 

(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017 by Cassidy Frazee)

 

Annie shifted her body, taking the pillow that had slid down near her butt and moving it so it better supported her back. She looked over to her left where Kerry was nearly laying down, her head and shoulders the only parts of her body not under the comforter. “Would you like to watch another movie?”

Kerry looked up at Annie and sighed. “I don’t know. I don’t know what I’d want to watch.”

Annie rolled slightly to her left and propped herself up on her elbow. “Are you sure?”

Kerry pulled her hands from under the comforter and folded them across her body. “I don’t know.”

It was impossible not to hear how bored the ginger girl sounded, but Annie felt there was more going on than simple boredom. “Maybe you should ask Coraline if you could try transitioning again.”

“She said we’d do it after dinner.” Kerry sighed again and looked up at the ceiling. “Besides, I’m not in a hurry to have another failure.”

Annie lay her hand over Kerry’s and gave it a slight pat. After their video meeting with the coven leaders Coraline instructed Kerry to try transitioning again, and just like the first attempt that morning, the self-transition failed to occur. After that, Coraline configured a king-sized bed for Annie and Kerry to sit and lay upon so they could watch movies while waiting for the next attempt.

It wasn’t long after they began watching the director’s cut of Aliens that Annie sensed Kerry growing quiet. That was normal when they watched a movie, but this time it wasn’t so much that Kerry grew silent as she seemed to withdraw from everything. To Annie it felt as if her soul mate were pulling herself in behind invisible walls and closing off any entry from the outside.

Annie worried that Kerry was doing far more than just becoming quiet…

Someone stepped out of the waiting area and in to the third floor proper. Annie knew this could be only one person. “Coraline’s here.” She immediately saw the doctor’s hand gesture. “She’s calling me over.”

Kerry nodded while seeming disinterested. “Better go see what she wants.”

Annie gave her soul mate’s right hand a squeeze. “I’ll be right back.” She slide off the bed and hurried over to Coraline. “Yes?”

Coraline looked over at the bed, then back to Annie. She gestured once again while speaking in a soft voice. “Let’s speak in here.”

They moved over to the table between the bathrooms and the lift and sat across from each other. Coraline knew Annie would wait for her to speak first. “How is she?”

Annie shrugged. “Bored.” She looked back over her shoulder. “We’ve been up here all day and stuck in the hospital since early this morning.”

“I see.” Coraline nodded slowly. “You know she’s more than just a little bored don’t you?”

Annie closed her eyes the moment she heard Coraline’s statement. It wasn’t necessary for her to ask what the doctor meant: she understood completely. “Yes.” She glanced across the table. “She has depression.”

 

Even in 2013, there was a bit of Netflix and chill going on.  Where did they stream the movie?  The Foundation probably has every flick ever made available for streaming, so it doesn’t matter.  I mean, they are in control of The Pond, are they not?

I’m going to try and get in a bit more writing tonight after working out and having a team meeting.  And I’ll try to do some more tomorrow.  My guess is I’ll have another excerpt ready to go on Friday.

At least that’s my hope.

Let’s see if I can get back on schedule…

On the Holiday Hours

Believe it or not I’ve got some free time.

Last Sunday was my team’s last bout of the 2017 season.  I started off the day getting over a sudden illness from the night before–as you know–and progressively grew better as the day wore on.  By bout time I was well enough that I changed my hair and hauled my equipment off to the rink so I could film.  And I had everything just right–including my hair:

https://www.instagram.com/p/BbaYMFdhtJE/?taken-by=cassidyfrazee

 

Alas, the mood of the day couldn’t keep up with our opponents and we lost.  Actually, it was pretty much a blow-out: 41 to 501.  Yeah, a 460 point different.  But we half the off-season in place now, which means I pretty much have two weeks off save for a couple of practices I can attend in York this week and next.  And that means I can get some writing in, writing on a regular basis.

In the mean time I have some of the clothes that I bought last Friday night to show off.  Like this sweater dress yesterday–

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And this slacks and blouse combo–

https://www.instagram.com/p/BbekopkBDME/?taken-by=cassidyfrazee

 

So, down time mean rest time.  I won’t be down the whole time, but I’m kinda off skates for two weeks.  That means I can get in some writing.

Let’s see what happens.

Dreams Of Walking Past

Let’s not only walk in the dreams, but remember walks and bookstores of the past–

Wide Awake But Dreaming

Did I write yesterday?  Yes.  Did I write in the novel?  Urmmmm…  Ya got me.  But remember that whole “Ahead of the curve” thing?  Yes, got that rocking out so nicely.

Now, the question about Kerry dreamwalking has come up and it’s pretty much a give that he likely is doing just that.  But we need conformation, so…

(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)

He couldn’t hold back his excited chuckle any longer. “Yep.”

Annie was almost ready to bolt from her dream bed. “How?”

Kerry pushed himself against the headboard and planted himself next to Annie on the bed. “A couple of weeks before we left school I emailed Deanna and asked her for a good book I could use to learn dreamwalking. She gave me the name of the book and told me Mr. Parkman…

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Up Most Nights

This was one of those times when I thought I’d have an excerpt ready for you–

But it’s not the case.

Once I got home from bouting I started feeling bad, and by midnight I’d come down with a real bad case of stuff running out the back end, sometimes explosively.  That kept me up for a good part of the night, and I’ve been laying about the apartment taking medication and hoping to get better, ’cause come this afternoon I need to film our last bout of the year.

So no writing today.  In fact, this is about the most writing I’m doing today.

We’ll see what comes tomorrow.

Tickled Are the Wakings

If you’ve got to wake up, having someone you love there to tickle you is one way…

Wide Awake But Dreaming

Much to my surprise I managed nearly another thousand words once I arrived home yesterday.  Even though I had a rather boozy lunch and took a quick nap and watched Breaking Bad–again–I managed to flesh out the scene I started Saturday.  Actually felt pretty proud that I finally seemed to be getting into a stride again and I hope this continues.

This scene has a rather unusual way of starting, but that’s because it’s unusual in of itself.  Also, believe it or not, there is going to be a lot of history covered in this scene.  Seriously, Cassie, I did not come here for a history lesson.  But you get one whether you like it or not.

However, it starts out in an innocuous way…

(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)

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The Hurt and the Heart

Sometimes, no matter what you do, things may never work out for you…

Wide Awake But Dreaming

Two great things today–okay, maybe three.  We’ll see.

First thing:  I started the next scene and got to almost four hundred words in before calling it a night because I was tired.  Writing fourteen hundred words in a day isn’t something I’ve done in a while outside of a TV recap, so maybe I can do a thousand today before stopping to get my notes together for Fear the Walking Dead, which starts up tonight and requires me to actually switch over to network TV for the first time in like two months.  So it’s back into weekly recaping for the next two months, all the way to 9 October, after which I can take a break until Christmas.

Oh, and here's proof I started the next scene. I wouldn't want you to think I was lying. Oh, and here’s proof I started the next scene. I wouldn’t want you to think I was lying.

There was a third thing?  Hum, I must have missed it–oh, wait!…

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Love Among the Witches: Those Two Things

Before I get into the writing, allow me at moment to speak about something I’ve not spoken about for almost a year–

Politics.

As you know, last year at this time I was pretty much a basket case staying away from my balcony.  It was not a good time for me and I fell into a month-long funk that was hard to snap.  It happens when you throw all your energy into something you believe and you have those hopes crushed.

This year I didn’t get as involved in local politics.  I did some phone banking, but that was it.  I did get out and protest–both locally and on the national level, with trips to D.C. for the Woman’s March and the March For Science–but as the summer wore on I dialed things back.  While staying in touch with politics, I’ve also been selective about what I want to do.

But, last night–yeah, I feel good.

We–and by that I mean the Dems–won big in New Jersey and Virginia, literally flipping VA from red to blue and both states not only elected Dem governors, but elected black lieutenant governors as well.  Three trans women were elected, one of them the first trans woman of color, and one trans man was also elected to a school board in Erie, PA.  Seattle has a lesbian mayor; Provo, UT, has a woman mayor; Charlotte, NC, has a black woman mayor.  A Dem Socialist is in the VA House of Delegates, a Sikh was elected mayor of Hoboken, NJ, and  a former Black Lives Mater lawyer is the new DA in Philly.

We call this “change” and it’s a good thing.  Also, it’s likely causing an orange shitgibbon lots of butthurt right now, which is even better.  2018 starts right now: let’s keep this happening.

Now, on to writing…

Believe it or not, I finished the scene.  Yes, that scene.

There’s a lot of words there…

 

Yeah, it’s a big scene, but then we’re talking about all the kid’s secrets and sexy things, so it takes time to get through it.  And nearly every night I worked on this scene involved writing around five hundred words.  With a word count of almost forty-five hundred words, you can see why it took so long.

So what are the last things discussed?  Well, those two things for which Kerry answered “Yes” when asked about sexual activity.  And Annie has something to say about them, too:

 

 

(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017 by Cassidy Frazee)

 

Once more Coraline was a bit surprised by a revelation given to her by the couple. “You didn’t waste any time.”

Annie smiled. “No, we didn’t.” She nudged Kerry. “Though there was something you couldn’t help that first time.” She winked at Coraline. “Someone made one of the messes I said we were trying to avoid.”

The ginger girl blushed. “Hey, I was excited, okay?” She turned a sheepish look in Coraline’s direction. “It’s not like she didn’t have something to do with that.”

 

Messes.  Made by Kerry.  No need to elaborate, yeah?  Good thing Annie brought all those towels from the bathroom.

But there was something else–

 

“I bet.” There was one thing about which Coraline was curious. “That second thing you said yes to—”

Annie quickly answered. “That was Kerry’s idea. She—he—” She wrapped an arm around Kerry’s. “This one did that to me first.”

Coraline’s eyebrows rose once more. “You did? How did you—?”

“I read about it on the Internet.” Kerry snuggled against Annie, a slight grin on her face. “It said girls liked that.”

Annie and Coraline answered simultaneously. “We do.” Both began laughing, with Kerry joining in seconds later.

 

So Kerry was reading about, you know, sex things on the Internet and came across something I called the Australian Kiss, because it happens Down Under.  And he sees that “girls like that” and probably thought, “Whoa!  Can’t wait to see if this is true.”  And it probably wasn’t long after that he found out that, yeah, girls do like that.  Girls of all ages, if Annie’s and Coraline’s reactions are any indication.

With all the sex stuff out of the way, there’s just a bit more to discuss…

 

When they finished a few seconds later Coraline sat back in her chair and sighed. “I heard you were on the flight the next morning with red eyes. After having a romantic evening like that, I suppose you spent some time crying after.”

“We did.” Annie looked downward as she remembered the aftermath of their first special night together. “It was hard to not be sad knowing that come the next day we’d end up apart for the whole summer.”

Kerry nodded. “I did all the crying.” A few tears came to her eyes. “It was hard not to cry.”

Annie pulled Kerry close. “You have no idea how much I fought not to cry.” She gave her soul mate a tight hug. “Your pain was my pain.”

“Well, you don’t have to worry about that pain these days.” Coraline stood and straightened her top. “I’m gonna see how long before we have to speak with the headmistress and the others, and then I’ll see about getting some lunch up here.” She turned and headed towards the lift.

In the silence that followed Annie reached over and wiped the tears from Kerry’s eyes. “You still cry remembering that night.”

“Not because I’m sad.” She sniffed hard. “Maybe a little, but I’m crying because I remember how beautiful it was.”

“Yes, it was.” This was the first time Annie had ever heard Kerry refer to their first special evening as beautiful. “I can see how much it touched your heart.”

“Well, it was the first time we were ever that close.” Kerry rubbed her hair against Annie’s cheek. “So close.” She looked up into Annie’s eyes. “If that were to happen today, would you cry?”

Annie slowly ran her fingers through Kerry’s hair. “My love, we’ll never be apart like that ever again. Never.”

 

Now that Annie can come to Kerry and they are only an hour away from London, being away from each other for the summer isn’t as bad as it was that first time, but at the end of their A Levels Kerry was a messing having to leave his soul mate behind, and we finally discover that the separation hurt Annie more than she let on.  But she is able to dodge Kerry’s question about crying since she knows they’ll never face another separation like that again.

The sex talk is done.  What happens next?

Something boring, that’s what.

Thoughts On The Virginia Election

“To understand the magnitude of the swing in the House of Delegates (it looks like Dems might gain a one-seat majority in VA House), it’s equal to a U.S. House swing from 290-145 to 214-221. That’s a blowout.”

Mike the Mad Biologist

I spent a significant portion of my life in Virginia. I never thought that I would see either a socialist or transgender member of the House of Delegates, and both won. That this will cause gnashing of teeth and wailing at Liberty University is an extra bonus. Anyway, some thoughts:

  1. I was very cautiously optimistic about Northam, but this was a blowout. Didn’t see that coming. Gillespie was annihilated in places like Loudon County, which are establishment Republican areas (though not Trumpist ones).
  2. When you gerrymander, the gerrymandering works as long as your underlying assumptions about voter turnout hold up. If they don’t, the opposition can rout you.
  3. To understand the magnitude of the swing in the House of Delegates (it looks like Dems might gain a one-seat majority in VA House), it’s equal to a U.S. House swing from 290-145 to 214-221. That’s a blowout.
  4. Right now…

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