Getting This Year Out

Well, I said I’d get into gear and have an excerpt for you today–

I lied.

I’ve been messing around this morning and haven’t done much of anything except catch up with people I knew a while back, which means not a lot else has happened.  And in about an hour I’m heading off to skate and work on my form, so when I do get to writing it won’t be until tonight.

I do promise that I’ll have that excerpt for you tomorrow, because why not start out the year right?

Anyway, a couple of things:

One, I’m going swimming tomorrow.  A few of my teammates and I are doing the Harrisburg Penguin Plunge because we are raising money for the Humane Society of Harrisburg.  I’ll dip into the freezing Susquehanna tomorrow about noon and hold off impending hypothermia as long as possible.  I’m going to film this with my GoPro, so there will be video.  And if you want to kick a little money my way, here’s the link that will add to my team’s amount.

And the “catching up” I was alluding to happened on Second Life.  Yeah, after four years I decided to go back in for a while and check up on people and use it as a break from Real Life now and then.  Though I’ve talked about this a few times in the past, I’ve never went into detail about my life there, but whatever happened in the past is not going to happen again.  I’m going to take a far more leisurely approach to digital immersion this time around.

Anyway, if you’re ever in Second Life and you see this woman walking around–

Yeah, this one.


That’s me in digital form.  Well, not me, per se, but my avatar.  Yes, I’m a person of color there and I spent about five years learning the ins and outs of being a good woman before I took it to real life.  Which is why my therapist told me I already kinda knew what I wanted to be–

Because I’d spent a lot of time learning before I saw here.

Have a good New Year’s Eve, and let’s hope 2018 doesn’t suck as much as this last year did.

It’s the End of the 2017 Year As We Know It

It’s that time of year again:  when the end is here.

So I have a video for the end times.  Enjoy!


Oh, and here I am in my mermaid dress and leggings:


And me doing 10 minutes of squats in said outfit while watching Black Mirror:


Engaging Nightmares

Sometimes the girl of your dreams discovers you have company–

Wide Awake But Dreaming

I think I mentioned something about this scene–well, maybe not this scene in particular, but what was coming.  I’ve hinted that some strangeness was about to go down, and guess what?  Here that is!

It’s a strange scene.  For one, it’s short:  about eight hundred and thirty words total, I don’t believe I’ve written much that’s shorter.  And because the last two scenes weren’t very long, Chapter Nineteen has the chance to become the shortest chapter in the book–so far, I should point out, but I can’t see many more chapters clocking in at around five thousand or so word.  I only say this because I know the next scene won’t be all that long, and once that’s written chapter and part are complete, and I can move on to writing about all the fun stuff about to come.

Because the scene is so short, you’re getting it all in one shot.  That means sit…

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Close Out Returns

Some things are worth detention:

Wide Awake But Dreaming

These days I find my mind wandering a great deal, and trying to stay on subject isn’t always the easiest thing.  Just like now:  mind is off somewhere else besides this blog.  Happens.

This scene was finally finished last night, and all three nights of writing came out about equidistant in terms of wordage every evening.  I don’t mind that, nor do I mind that I’m in a stretch where I’m only writing about seven hundred words a night these days.  You need to recharge now and then, and I’ve been running on low energy for sometime now.  The break was needed, and this is how I get it done.

Also, I’ve been more careful about how I’m writing these days, doing a bit more editing as I go along.  Couple this with the inability to get the words out quickly and you’re seeing seven hundred words written in two…

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Visions Most Possible: On the Ball

Yeah, it’s a couple of days after the last excerpt was published, and what do you know?  Here’s another!

We get into a continuation of what began as Deanna explaining something to her class.  What, exactly?  Well, it must have something to do with divination, right?

You got that right.

She was also about to foci and that means she’s probably got them out for the kids to use.  You’d be right there, too: she does.

And here they are.


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


Deanna pointed to the object on her desk. “The crystal ball.” She waved her hand over the sphere and levitated it until it lay shoulder-high next to her. “Nearly everyone Normal think of this as the most used prop used by those claiming to be able to see the future, but for those Aware who are in the know, this is one of those foci that actually help with the function of pre-cognition.

“While no one can say with any certainly why a crystal balls helps, it is known that it somehow allows people to ‘focus’ their Sight and even have it interact with the Sight abilities of another witch. This is one of the reason why when a crystal ball is used by a true Seer, they’re able to reach the meditative state used by those with Passive Sight far easier, as well as being able to tap into the Sight ability of another with ease.


Yep, she’s brought out the crystal balls and wouldn’t you know it, they really work!  Well, they work for the right people, aka witchy witches who have Sight, or at least a semblance of that talent.  So a crystal ball is gonna help you get in the right frame of mine when it comes to Seeing.

And it’s not just all balls Deanna’s brought out–


“Just as some constructed items work better due to the craftsmanship and material, crystal balls are no different. Crystals mined from different locations around the world interact with Seers in different ways, and the manner in which they are crafted help improve those natural abilities. This sphere—” Deanna held out her left hand and the ball floated into her palm. “—and the ones before you, were created with crystal mined from a small range on the border of South Australia and Northwest Territory in 1938 and crafted by native Australians over the next three years. The school owns fifty of the batch of seventy-seven created by from mining and when I’m looking to introduce students to their first possible vision, these are my go-to foci.”

She levitated the crystal sphere back to its base before stepping away from her desk. “Today’s exercise is simple: you and your partner will work with the crystal ball you were given and attempt to activate your Sight. Now, some of you have expressed concern as to why I have paired you with people to whom you feel you have no connection. That’s simple: my observations and my data indicate the couples around each crystal ball have the greatest chance of experiencing visions.”

“Is that why those two are together?”

Deanna didn’t need to look to where Fidele Diaz was pointing to know which couple he meant. “You worry about working with your own partner, Fidele, and not whom else I’ve put together for his lesson.” She cocked her head slightly to the right. “Am I understood?”

Fidele gave a half-hearted shrug and sighed. “Yes, Professor.”

“Good. Now, if there are no other interruptions—” Deanna stared down Lisa, who looked as if she were about to speak up. “Let’s begin the lesson.” She pointed at the two students close to her, Kalindi Kartodirdjo and Usha Soedjatmoko. “Usha, Kalindi and you are first.”


Depending on the crystal ball before you, one could have nothing, or a slight vision, or a really good vision.  From the sounds of things Deanna’s brought out the kick-ass crystal balls, which means visions are gonna get real.

At least for a few people, I’d imagine.

So get ready for the Students at Memory’s End to get their eenie meenie chili beanie on and look into the future–

Though anyone who showed up to class looking like this is probably in for some detention.

Significant Significances

There is nothing so wonderful as a night before a fire with someone you love…

Wide Awake But Dreaming

Far better mood I have this morning, thank you.  Yesterday was all about getting stressed out at work, then getting away, getting something to eat, coming home and trying not to lost my emotions.  Okay, didn’t quite make that last one, but everything else happened, and with gusto, as the old beer ads used to say.

It’s life.  Move on.

Things are downright cozy back at the coven tower, though it’s not quite as alone here as it was in the last scene . . .

(All excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Two: B For Bewitching, copyright 2015 by Cassidy Frazee)

For most of the night they sat before the fire, talking, listening to whatever played on Kerry’s computer, and watching students return to the coven. About twenty-one the last of the coven’s students arrived—D Level Darius Roy and A Level Nancy Piugattuk from Canada, and A Levels Huwey…

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Visions Most Possible: Fear For a Day

Yeah, I know I said I was going to post some excerpts yesterday, but… no, I didn’t.  See, things happened and there was a lot of stuff going on.  Things, stuff… yeah, it’s all me.

Also, I went skating–again!–yesterday, only this time an old teammate joined me:


Pixie Panzer came out to go around and ’round with me and we had a great time chatting and skating.  She remarked how it was the first time in a long time she went skating where all she wore were skates and how different it felt, and it didn’t hold her back from taking off for a little cardio run a couple of times when there were only a few of us on the floor.  There was also a point where I we were skating together and I was doing my crossovers.  Every time we went into a corner I could sense Panzer going just a little faster as we went through, so I’d have to pick up speed to keep up with her.  That went on for a few laps–two laps, maybe three?  I didn’t count because I was having fun.

But we’re not here to talk skating: it’s writing, yeah?

I’ve been sleepy today, but I’ve finally managed to get some writing done.  And we’re on to a few days after Kerry’s Big Change and back to a regular schedule at school.  That means it’s Tuesday morning and a certain teacher has some concerns about an upcoming lesson:


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


Deanna always grew nervous when it came time for her class to participate in their first vision attempt. Up to this point in their divination instruction it had all been theory and possibilities and what one could expect should a vision occur.

Now, it was all about the doing.

Deanna grew nervous because she understood that most of her students wouldn’t have a vision. Based upon what she’d already seen, at least two-thirds of the class of twenty-four wasn’t Sight Sensitive in any fashion. Deanna could spend an entire day working every trick she knew to get them to experience a vision and they wouldn’t. As her instructor might say, they were Dead to The Sight.

Of the other eight children five seemed slightly sensitive: given the correct circumstances and prodding there was probably a 1 in 100 chance they’d have a minor vision, something that could foretell an incident happening in their near future. One, Kalindi Kartodirdjo, appeared far more sight sensitive, but Deanna pegged her as a Dream Seer and felt that perhaps 1 dream in 50 might possess elements that would end up being construed as a vision.

And then there were her last two students…


So Deanna’s worried about two students in her class.  I wonder who?


During the whole of October Deanna felt a bit of dread knowing that just as with the other students, Annie and Kerry would participate in the same vision exercises as the rest of the class—only in their case, Deanna was certain they’d fall into a trance and experience a vision. The big difference between any visions the other students might experience and those seen by Annie and Kerry is that Deanna was intimately familiar with their visions and knew they almost always spoke during their vision and sometimes acted out some parts—like the time Kerry began helping Annie remove her top during their B Levels.

It was for these reasons that Deanna approached the upcoming lesson and exercise with a bit of trepidation and hoped that whatever they experienced wasn’t too unusual. After all, there were things far more embarrassing than almost undressing that could occur—

Standing before her class, however, she understood now was far too late to worry about whatever may happen during the next few hours. The moment they were placed in this class the possibility of an animated vision existed. Deanna rose and stepped towards the desk at the front of the classroom. All I can do now is wait to see what happens.


Given what the readers know about Annie’s and Kerry’s visions, them having a vision in front of their fellow levelmates could either be interesting or embarrassing–maybe even both.  After all, the first time Annie had a vision in front of Deanna she also had an orgasm, which could lead to some conversations between people Annie would probably call out in a fast second the moment she heard about those conversations.

But like Deanna thinks, there’s nothing that can be done: they’re in class and she can’t say, “No, I don’t want you doing this lesson, not now,” because that would lead the other kids to really believing they’re special.  They are, but that’s beside the point: Deanna doesn’t want to make that a known point.

So it’s time to teach–


“There are several forms of magic where foci are discouraged.” Deanna began her lecture by facing her students and smiling. “By now you’re all well aware of Professor Douglas’ disdain for using wands to craft basic spells, and Professor Kishna has also made it known that trying to transform one’s self—as well as others—using foci is heavily discouraged. And when it comes to sorcery—” A small chuckle escaped the seer’s lips. “Professor Lovecraft will explain rather clearly that sorceresses who use foci for a first time likely don’t remain alive long enough to use them a second.

“But not all magical disciplines are that way. Formulistic Magic uses foci of a particular nature—if you can call chemistry equipment foci. Professor Chai has instructed many of you on how weapons are also employed as magical foci. And if any of you are ever able fortunate—or unfortunate, depending upon your point of view—to take instruction in Demonology, you’ll discover that under certain circumstances foci are not only necessary, but essential.

“But in divination, foci are not only not discouraged, but in many ways a necessity.” She turned towards her desk. “And today, in order to help many of you experience a vision, we’re going to use one of the most widely-known foci in all of history…”


And now it’s up to me to write about that foci.  Which I may do tonight.  Or tomorrow.

Anyway, it’s Christmas and I’m home watching Doctor Who and waiting for the Christmas Special.  Hope you’re having a good time as well.


Enjoy the day, kids.

Twas’ the Day Before Christmas…

And all through The Burg I was busy with stuff and hardly ever heard.

Well, what’s going to happen is while I have managed some writing this morning, I have things coming up this afternoon that will leave me a bit rushed when it comes to getting out an excerpt.  So, because I know it will drive some crazy, I’m going to get the excerpt out sometime this evening.

I’ll see you later tonight.


Week of Hell

How much hell?  I guess you gotta watch the video to find out.  Enjoy!


Here’s the photo of Tarantula and me:


And here was me wearing my over-the-knee boots to work yesterday.


Sliceable Life

It’s time to return from the holidays and get back with old friends:

Wide Awake But Dreaming

Everyone, in life real or fictional, wants to have a place to call their own.  It’s one of the concepts I keep returning to in the novel, because it’s truly a focus for my kids.  They have their childhood homes; they have their rooms at the school; they have their space where they share dreams.  It’s something I feel right–had for a few years now–because I sometimes feel like I have no real place to live, that I have no real home at the moment.

But that’s me:  my kids, they’re finally back home to, as Kerry called it, “Salem Home.”  Like it or not, since about a week after they arrived at school back in their A Levels, they’ve called good old Cernunnos Tower home, or at least Annie started that and Kerry picked up on it quickly.  Everything after that was, “Let’s go home, Sweetie,” and given how they were developing as…

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Laying Down the Future

Tuesday night was another night for laying out chapters in C For Continuing, but it was time to get down into the detail and look at what needed writing.  That meant opening up Chapter Twenty and setting up each scene that occurs–

But while I was at it I decide Chapter Twenty-One needed opening as well.  So I jumped in there, too.

When writing gives you two for one.


Chapter Twenty has four scenes.  The first, Seeing On the Ball, is the setup and happens in class.  Will anyone other than Annie and Kerry have visions?  Maybe.  Visions on Duty is the whole vision that the kids have.  Rather than embed it inside another scene, it gets one of its own.  Public in Private concerns Deanna discussing what happened from her point of view as well as learning as much about the vision from Annie and Kerry as possible.  The last scene, Wonders and Discoveries, is all Annie and Kerry discussing the vision as they return to the Great Hall because… well, just because, yeah?

I expect the first scene to be the longest, but none of these scenes should go longer than fifteen hundred words–maybe two thousand for the first one.  Even so, it’s setting up the chapter to be about five thousand words–which isn’t a bad average if you think about it.

Now, Chapter Twenty-One is a little different.  Personal Projections will take us into something that hasn’t been touched on up to this point–and that’s one of the kids attempting to perform an astral projection.  Preparing to Project is the setup and Walking On a Thread is the actual projection, which means–surprise!–one of both kids manage the spell.

Bu there’s Something in the Winds… remember how Deanna said there are things in the Astral Realm that people need to avoid?  Guess what?  We may get to see one of those things.  No matter what, Return to Base gets us back to the end of the session and whatever danger there was is likely gone and/or bested.  And we get to hear how the projection went, right?  I’m sure that will happen.

Since it’s likely I won’t head to practice tonight–the cold is trying to return and my back is still sore–I’ll likely map out Chapters Twenty-Two and Twenty-Three.  After I get some food in me and maybe take a nap.

Gotta be rested if I’m gonna think about the future in the past, right?

Teardrops and Titillations

It’s all about travel and presents–

Wide Awake But Dreaming

Over the weekend I came to the realization about something in my stories.  It’s nothing major, but . . . I’m probably going to have to remove the song lyrics used in both novels, only because I likely will not be able to afford the rights to use them.  A lot of times you can get permission from the artist for their lyrics, but it’s also true that a lot of time the songs aren’t owned by the artist and are instead owned by someone who’s gonna say, “Sure, go ahead and use the song, Cassie,” but rather, “Where’s my money, bitch?”  It’s not a big deal–there are only four locations–but one of them is for a great scene that I’ll have to butcher just a little to make work.

I shouldn’t complain too much:  I’d probably go after fan fiction writers, or maybe not.  Haven’t decided on that yet…

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