Yes, I did get out some writing. Not a lot, however, ’cause my mind is like a sieve today and nothing is sticking to it well. Which is to say while I managed three hundred and fifty words in the new scene, getting more out of me was starting to become a chore.
Also, I did a lot of running around today ’cause I went to bed starting to slip into a funk and that funk was with me when I woke, so I decided to stop giving into my depression and do something rather than sit around and mope. Also, I realized that I was once more digging into shit for which there was no reason to dig because said shit hadn’t happened and likely won’t. Once more, my mind fucks with me more than anything else.
Anyway, I’m ready for the new ladies to show up–
–and I hope I can help them get interested in derby.
Meanwhile, someone is interested in a dream that two of her more interesting students had and it’s possible it’s causing her a little pain…
(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017, 2018 by Cassidy Frazee)
Helena took Annie and Kerry to The Witch House, where they listened to the audio of they rune dream in the privacy of the Head Sorceress’ main office. No one spoke during the fifteen minute recording, though there were moment when Helena would sigh aloud or muttered something just under her breath, as if she couldn’t believe what he’d heard.
After the recording finished she asked both children to tell her what they’d seen and done within the dream. When Annie asked if the conversation was being taped, Helena confirmed that she was shooting video for Deanna to watch as that had been their agreement in the instance that Helena required details on a specific vision.
It was only after all the specifics of the rune dream were given that Helena sat back in her chair. “Recording off.” She lowered her head as she rubbed her eyes. “Fucking Christ, did you two fall into it.”
Kerry asked the most obvious question. “Are we in trouble?”
Helena replied without giving him an answer. “You’re having a vision dream of things that may not happened to you for years, maybe decades, to come and you’re speaking of things of which you can’t possibly have any knowledge.” She sat up and uttered a dry chuckle. “Grey operatives; media teams; code names even. I mean, it’s not like I don’t expect you to achieve the level you mention in your vision, but for the moment—” She cleared her throat. “It’s just that no one expected you to hear about these thing by now.”
“So, what is a grey operative?” Annie wasn’t concerned about being in trouble as they had no control over what was in their vision, so she expect there wouldn’t be a punishment. “I mean, since we heard of it in our dream, it doesn’t make sense to keep the information from us now.”
There was a moment of silence in the office while Helena drummed her fingers on her desk. When she did answer, it was in a roundabout manor. “I’m sure he—” She pointed at Kerry. “—can figure it out.”
And if you know Kerry–and you probably do, only not as well as me–you know he’s gonna have an answer.
If you’re lucky he’ll tell you tomorrow.