And see me you will–in this video. Enjoy!
Now that we’re done with the night and we’re into the next day, maybe it’s time for a little lunch?
You know how they say “It was an interesting night?” Well, my night was interesting. Really, far more interesting that I could have imagined.
See, I’m just settling in to do some writing when, all of a sudden, I start getting PMed about gifts that are supposed to be going to people. I’ve helped organize a gift exchange on Facebook, and suddenly last night I’m getting asked about it–right about the time I’m about two hundred words into this scene.
So I have to start tracking down people and numbers, and before you know it, I’m like thirty minutes into getting nowhere. It was very crazy and very frustrating, let me tell you, and nearly another forty-five minutes went by before I had everything straightened out.
That meant I didn’t have but maybe an hour to churn out what I wanted to write, and that also means I didn’t get as far into my process…
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With the camp site up it’s time to get to bed:
So . . . camping. I haz it here. Well, I’ve had it for a few days now, ’cause it seems as if this is all that’s I’ve been writing about for the last few days. And it is somewhat crazy the amount of stuff I’ve had to look up for what turned out to be a three thousand word scene. So much to know, I’m telling you.
The scene is finished, by the way. Almost eleven hundred words were required, but it got there. This was pretty much all Kerry–pretty much, I say, because at the very end another person enters the stage. And since everyone knows her, there’s no need for introduction. Just keep the hissing to a minimum.
(All excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Two: B For Bewitching, copyright 2015 by Cassidy Frazee)
Two small light points hovered at the middle sides of the tent. Emma was sitting up…
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After a long, cold night of flying on your broom, you wanna set up your camp and get to sleep–
There are real pros and cons to taking a long nap when you get home from work. The pro is you feel a lot better once it’s over and you’re up. The downside is that you’re not all that tired when it does become time to turn in and go to sleep. This is the dilemma I found myself in yesterday after a nap that seemed to stretch on for about an hour and fifteen minutes. I felt recharged enough to writ about twelve hundred words for my recap, and then another eight hundred for this novel, but when you find it time to go to nodding land, you don’t really want to go.
I did get to sleep, but I expect a bit of a hangover for most of the morning. At least I’ll be able to head out…
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When you fly, it’s always best to bring some tunes–
So, Cassidy, were are we now? Good you should ask . . .
As I may or may not have pointed out, last night was my electrolysis session. It was two hours of fun, if you consider having an electric needle stuck in your face fun. At least Bonnie–the woman who does my work–and I were having fun, talking about Emmys, Game of Thrones–which I told her is also called Boobs and Dragons, which she loved–Orphan Black, menopause, and women who should wear something over really, really tight leggings. I mean, what else are you doing to do for two hours? I’m sort of sitting there with nowhere to go while she does her shock and tweeze routine, so you make the best of the situation.
But I did write: last night and even a little…
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And… they’re up and away!
Yesterday I was in the middle of relaxing mood, and I was doing my best not to stress out my left shoulder, which was acting up again. This coming weekend, for sure, I’m going to get a new chair; I think that will go a long ways towards helping the pain.
I also needed to save up the shoulder ’cause I knew I’d write about a thousand words during note taking for my recap, and that helped because I wasn’t in any for the most part. But it’s still bothering me a bit, and I do believe I stressed something out bad there, ’cause even now I feel a little twinge while typing. Maybe a heating pad would be a good investment as well.
I did manage to get almost six hundred words out–well, five hundred sixty, allow me this little fib–and it’s a bit of on-site recollecting:
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Sometimes you gotta do *crazy* research for the simplest things:
So, here we are, sitting around waiting. In my case I’m waiting for my laundry to finish, because I’ve run out of unmentionables to wear, and a girl’s gotta have clean unmentionables.
Once laundry is finished I’ll need to run out and pick up a few things, and I figure I’ll get out about eleven or so. Once all that’s done, I’ll start on the next scene, which sees Kerry heading off to go camping. And, believe it or not, I’ve been getting ready for this moment . . .
First off, I’ve worked on the route my group is going to take. As was sort of mentioned in the prior scene Friday–the day after the camp out–there will be a lot of flying. The reason for that will get covered another scene, but it’s all over the place. Love my maps…
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Yep, it’s finally time to get that video out. Enjoy!
When it comes to love, Annie will find a way to make it… special.
First off, let’s get to the good news: I have a new mouse!
Yes, I went with something pink and pretty, because yes, I can. Also, I like how it feels in my hand, and the pad makes things all that much easier to do thing, so I like it a lot.
Second off, the shoulder is feeling much better. I’m off to do my nails today, and I’m trying to come up with a good fall color, and I’ve been taking it easy this morning so that I’m not sitting around feeling nothing but pain shooting through my body. In a way I help the process by not doing a whole lot last night, and it showed in the fact I wrote only three hundred and fifty words.
Ah, but that helped, because . . .
The scene is finished, mostly due to writing almost…
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Sometimes you can’t find the hidey-holes for the trees–
What can I say but I didn’t get it done last night. I’m back in low-production mode, and luck if I can get out just over five hundred words in an evening. It’s to be expected, I guess, because there’s so many things going on that I’m trying to see in my head, and at the moment my head’s not exactly screwed on right.
Not to mention the worst news: my mouse died. It’s been on kind of its last legs for a while, but last night it pretty much decided that not working was preferable to working, and gave up a ghost that none of my stories necromancers will ever retrieve. This means at some point tonight–probably after six when the rush hour traffic slows–I’ll need to run out and find me a new mouse, because there are some programs that simply run better when I have a mouse.
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Before heading off on a trip, there’s plans to be made–
First off, the shoulders are better, though some of that might have been due to whatever the hell I was drinking last night. I had two, they were good, and they had tequila in them, so that was an even better treat. The problems come from a bad chair at home and the repetitive motion of adjusting my bra straps, and right there I’ve narrowed down the issues to the root cause. So get a new chair and stop adjusting the straps. It’ll help.
This means I did get started on the new Part/Chapter/Scene last night, but a combination of coming down off tequila and trying not to aggravate my shoulders meant not a lot of writing.
Also, whenever I start something new it’s a bit rocky. I know what I want to say, but getting it said it just hard, I tell…
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Beating up on yourself is something I know *all* too well…
Is it safe to say this scene went faster than the last? Yes, yes it did. Fast enough that I finished it up with almost eleven hundred words, and in doing so, I also finished the chapter and the part. With that, Chapter Fifteen, Part Four, are both in the books, so to speak, and Part Four topped out at nearly fifty-three thousand, eight hundred words, making it a little novel in of itself.
So what actually happens here? You know it’s Annie and Kerry, and they’re in a locker room, and you will find out it’s the same day as her meeting with Deanna in the last scene. We know from that scene that it was gonna be Kerry’s first race on the Red Line, so . . . must be after the race, right?
You wouldn’t be wrong. It’s also evident he’s not…
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