Yanking the Strings

The puppets are back–and there’s only one lesson left…

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Well, now, things have become rather interesting.  I mean, I really took my time writing this last night, and thought that I wasn’t really getting anywhere, that this was going to be a short segment to the scene . . .

And eleven hundred words later I had not only finished the scene, but surprised myself.

This scene got huge fast:  just a word short of thirty-two hundred words, or about half the size of the last chapter.  And it could have been longer, much longer, because of something that gets stated in the scene, but that’s gonna get left for another chapter.

But that’s the future–what about the now?  Well, how’s this for starting 2013 out right?

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

Ramona waved the reflective air away. “As I said I didn’t cook these up as much as…

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Millennium

It was four years ago today that I wrote entry 1000, and did I think that was a lot then–

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Here is it, the one and only, my 1000th post.  After nearly three straight years of coming here to share, with my audience and followers, my almost-innermost thoughts, I have reached a most impressive goal.

"It's all darkness and misery, leading to a lonely, pointless death." “What is the point?  In the end it’s all darkness and misery, leading to a lonely, pointless death.”

Thanks, Frank.  I knew I could count on you to bring the good times to the party.

At least there are others who feel differently . . .

"I already knew your inner thoughts and secrets--your passwords were easy to break, even with the childish encryption you used." “I already knew your inner thoughts and secrets–your passwords were easy to break, even with the encryption.  You are a sad, foolish girl.”

Ray of sunshine you are, Lisbeth.  Don’t you have a large Swedish corporation to take down?

What started me down this strange path?  Well, to be honest, writing.  Not writing a blog, however.  No, not at all.  When I first started this sucker I was…

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Observing the Strings

Now that we have the puppets, we can watch them in “action”–

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Crazy things this morning as today may be the day I get my new state ID badge, and I’m running all over the place trying to get my paper work in order–which, by the way, is a lot more than I had to put into place to change my name and my Social Security card.  But I think I have everything in place, so I should be good.

Now, about the writing . . . last night I really stumbled through this section because, as you likely noticed yesterday, Annie was having trouble speaking correctly.  Damn these homunculi mouths, they just don’t work like the real things right out of the box.  I mean, I’ve got to talk this stuff out either aloud or in my head, and it’s tough.  What I did today is give you a translation of what’s being said, just in case you don’t know what’s being…

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Pulling the Strings

That is not Bela Lugosi you hear in the background…

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With things getting back into a normal routine and the transphobic jerks tossed into a nearby star–if only–it was time to write.  And while it was only about only eight hundred words, that’s good enough for me to get back into things.  Because sometimes you need to walk slow back into things.

Also, I’m making up stuff as I go along more or less.  See, some of this process is coming to me as I write, because I have an outline, but I don’t have it all well-developed.  I don’t get everything figured out in my head ahead of time, regardless of what some people think, and I gotta work this out with words as I go along.  And that was what I did last night:  workin’ it out and writin’ it down.

And what I came up is a couple of kids ready to rock–

(All excerpts from The…

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Rigging the Strings

If you’re gonna play with puppets, you need a marionette rig–

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Here we go, getting into the next scene, and this is where I start mixing magic with technology.  And see, this is one of the reasons that The Foundation totally wanted to get down on that magic thing, because everything’s better with magic–like, you know, making clones.  Which The Foundation doesn’t do a lot of, by the way, because someone who’s been a witch all their life doesn’t want to spend their next life as a meat puppet.  Right?  You know it.

Now it’s S.A.T.U.R.D.A.Y. Morning, and here we have these kids flying off around the school when they are in a hurry to get somewhere . . .

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

Upon landing outside Gwydion Manor after Saturday breakfast Annie and Kerry found Professor Chai was waiting in the main entrance, ready to start the day…

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Activities of a Guardianship Kind

When it comes to puppets, my kids use ones much bigger than something that goes on you hand…

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Of late when I say I’m going to finish something I’m usually talkin’ out of my butt, because between distractions and being tired, I never get down the sort of wordage I used to sport.  But since I know I’m going to have a busy afternoon and evening today, I’d better get the rest of this three-way discussion between The Three Sorceresses and clue everyone in on what’s going down at Salem.

And, you know, I didn’t disappoint–

One third down, two thirds to go. One third down, two thirds to go.

Not only did I finish, but the second scene came out to nearly the same word length as the first.  Now, I think the next scene is going to run a little longer, and the one after that may be longer, and the penultimate one . . . that could run long, could run short.  I really don’t know at this point.  I’d say, right now…

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Pulling the Threads Together

It’s time to start up on the tale of what it’s like to control puppets:

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I am not going to lie:  I’m dragging this morning.  I was out late last night–something I almost never do–and while there was food and talk, alcohol was involved, which means I was up early and it’s catching up to me this morning.  Like I’ve been caught falling asleep at my computer, and when I get home after making the post I’m probably going to take a nap.

Needless to say, this affects my writing, because it’s hard to write about witchy things when your eyes are closing against your will.  And while I wrote just over seven hundred words–so far–it’s been a struggle.  Maybe there’s a way to fix this . . .

"Other writers say their characters write their novels--okay, time to put my guys to work." “Other writers say their characters write their novels–okay, time to put my guys to work.”

Ah, if only it were that easy.

Anyway, there’s always writing to do in the afternoon, and it was nice to break up the routine…

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Speculations of the Dreaming Kind: Sleeping Suppositions  

Been having strange dreams? Maybe you should sleep on it?

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Because today is something of a big day for me, I promised I would get the last scene out of the way and finish up what’s going on in Chapter Twenty.  And guess what?

Totally did that. Totally did that.

Oh, and also:  I came within four hundred and seventy-five words of one hundred and eighty thousand words.  Woot!  Another month and I’ll crack two hundred thousand . . . didn’t I say this novel would finish up around two hundred and twenty-five thousand words?  Yeah . . . about that–

Forget about that for now:  at the moment Coraline’s sitting with Deanna in her school apartment, and the question “What does it mean?” has been asked.  Where does that take us?  Here:

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

Deanna wished she had tea at this moment, as the simple act of holding…

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Marching With the Women

It was a year ago yesterday that I took a relaxing trip to Washington, D.C., with about a million other people–

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21 January, 2017.  By now most people in the world have a pretty good idea what happened that day.  Not only was the Woman’s March on Washington the single greatest demonstration event in this country, but it ranks as one of the largest worldwide events ever.  Not bad for something that started out as a Facebook post the day after the US presidential elections.

Given that I worked on Hillary Clinton’s campaign beginning in August of 2016, I felt that in the aftermath of the election I could do one of two things: sit back and piss and moan, or get involved.  I decided on the former.  I registered with the Woman’s March knew the end of November, and a few weeks later I volunteered to be a bus captain, which meant I would be responsible for 50 to 60 people traveling on a caravan of buses leaving Harrisburg the…

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The Stroll Back: The Old and the New

How goes it all this morning?  I’m down to the coffee shop for, well, coffee and a bit of tea ’cause I can’t handle caffeine like I did once.  After I finish up here I’m gonna grab a bite then head for the rink for a few hours of skating before going back to the apartment and working on a rules test.  This derby thing is like writing: it doesn’t seem to end.

I didn’t get a chance to see The Shape of Water yesterday: when I arrived at our little art theater that’s showing the movie people were lined up outside the building waiting to get tickets, which is something I’ve never seen happen there.  It looks as if I’m gonna head over there tomorrow afternoon to watch it, as nearly everyone will be at work and I’ll have most of the theater to myself.  I’ve had a couple of people say they loved the movie and one friend who said she was extremely disappointed with the final product.  Guess I’ll see how it comes out tomorrow.

Now, this writing…

Believe it or not I finished Chapter Twenty.

Put your month on “believe it.”

 

It only took exactly 600 words to get this scene in the word bank and put a “First Draft” on everything.  Which means it’s on to Chapter Twenty-one and some crazy shit–yeah, you have to trust me on this one, ‘kay?  But for now we’re gonna pick up where Annie and Kerry left off with their conversation–which… well, you’ll see.

 

(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017, 2018 by Cassidy Frazee)

 

“Probably because she wanted us to have this moment.” He sighed as he glanced off into the woods to his right. “I’ve a pretty good feeling we won’t remember any of this conversation tomorrow.”

Annie had been prepared to say the same thing and felt that since Kerry had vocalized her feelings there wasn’t any reason to speak on that matter. There was one thing, however… “It makes you wonder if this has happened before?”

Kerry swung Annie’s and his arms as the History and Arts Building came into view. “I wouldn’t want to know if it has. And I’m guessing if it did, it happened for good reason.”

He pulled Annie to a stop and looked about as if he were seeking someone; when he did speak he didn’t seem to be addressing anyone in particular. “If you are doing this, I get it: you don’t want us to know we’re helping one of your sisters. Otherwise, we’re gonna spend the next twenty or so years obsessing about the meeting.” He turned to Annie, though he was still speaking to the unseen presence he was certain was watching them. “If possible, though—can you clue us in the next time you do this?” He laughed and did speak to Annie this time. “Or maybe she has, yeah?”

Annie took both his hands and gripped them as she smiled. “It’s possible. Let’s hope if it has happened, it was for good reason.” With that said, she pulled Kerry along into and through the History and Arts Building, Åsgårdsreia Tower, and to the North Entrance of the Great Hall.

 

Not only are they accepting of the idea that they’re likely not going to remember the current conversation they’re having, but their starting to believe they may not remember the one they’re having now come the morning.  While I won’t say if Ol’ Phee has scrubbed their memory on past occasions, I did leave a slight clue in this last vision that indicates they may not remember everything that’s happened to them.  Needless to say, this may not be the last time this comes up for questioning–

Now, let’s move on and see if there’s anything interesting happening in the Great Hall–oh, look!

 

They walked into the Rotunda and headed directly for the stairs on their right leading to the First Floor and the Library, where they’d decided to spend some time on research before dinner. They were about to enter the Library when Annie stopped, her eyes focused on the video message board above the door. “What’s that about?”

Kerry scanned the messages on the board. “You mean the recruitment night?”

“Yes.” She glanced his way. “What’s roller derby?”

He thought for a moment before answering. “Did you ever see Whip It?”

Annie gave her soul mate a semi-puzzled look. “Is that a movie?”

“Yeah.”

“No.”

“I thought we might have seen it together.”

She shook her head. “I’d remember if we did.”

“Oh, yeah. Well…” He appeared slightly embarrassed as he scratched his head. “Roller derby is girls on skates going around a track, with one team competing against another. The idea is for each time to score while, at the same time, preventing the other team from scoring on them.”

Annie raised her brows as she tried to imagine Kerry’s description. “I’m not visualizing this.”

“It’d probably be easier to show you the movie.” He scanned the announcement. “The movie takes place on a banked track, but this says it’s for girl’s Junior league flat track.” He nodded a couple of times. “I’ve seen video of that: flat track games, I mean.”

“You have?”

“A couple of times.” He chuckled. “Usually when I’m up at night and I’m lookin’ through YouTube for something interesting.”

“Humm.” She took Kerry’s hand. “It’s next Thursday night.”

Kerry heard something in Annie’s voice he’d heard many times during the last two years. “You thinking about going?”

She waved open the Library door, pausing just long enough to turn to Kerry, a slight smile on her face. “I might. I mean, it could be interesting. And you know me.”

His head tilted slightly to the right as they entered the Library. “Oh, do I know you—”

 

And there you go: I’m bring Junior flat track derby to Salem–something I’ve already got worked out–and Annie seems… interested.  Because why would I include this shit if she wasn’t going to be interested.  I mean, I guess Kerry could play if he wanted–

But I don’t think he’s ready to make that switch.

Yeah, I know what I did there–