Etchings From the Heart

With dreams behind us, let’s talk about things that will be with us forever–

Wide Awake But Dreaming

Here we are, the end of the scene as  promised, and I’m not gonna say much because I was writing this post at ten forty-eight last night because I’m probably somewhere on the road back to Indiana as you read this.  Right here, however, you can see the scene is finished:

I don't lie about this writing thing. I don’t lie about this writing thing.

Here is the scene, and I’ll probably talk about this a lot more tomorrow, when, you know, I’ve recovered from a thousand kilometer drive and people have questions.

Until then, here is another view of my kids getting personal, and Annie cluing Kerry in on another part of his new world . . .

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

“When we were in the airport yesterday you mentioned an Astral Etching—”

She nodded. “I remember. And you want to know, yes?”

“Yes.”

Annie…

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Meandering Among Magical Musings

Your boyfriend is having strange dreams–what can one do about that?

Wide Awake But Dreaming

This morning I was up at three forty-five because it’s humid and muggy inside the apartment due to people turning on their heat and, being near the top of the building as I am, I’m catching all that crap.  It’s also sixty-four degrees outside and it rained last night.  Not comfortable at all.

Tonight I have to pack and prepare for my trip back to Indiana tomorrow.  Monday is Name Change Day, and I am . . . well, stressed out is a mild way of putting things . . .

Right now me in my good moments-- Right now me in my good moments–

Really, I’m close to being a crazed nutcase right this moment.  I thought a while back I’d handle this with great aplomb:  instead I’m thinking of all the shit that can go wrong.  I know I shouldn’t do this, because what the hell am I gonna do if there is something wrong?…

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Back From the Vision: ¿Que Otros Cambios?

And a good morning to you!  Yes, it is morning, and yes: I’m down to the coffee shop writing again.

Do you need proof? Here it is.

 

Yes, I decided to haul my ass out of bed and head down to Little Amps and get a cuppa while writing.  Because staying cooped up in my apartment was getting old and it helps to get out and have a little human contact, even when the ten minute walk to the shop is done in 12 F/-11 C temps.

But that’s not the only time I’m getting out.  Later today I’m going skating–again!–and as I mentioned in yesterday’s video post, I’ve been hard at work over at Planet Fitness doing HIIT–High Intensity Interval Training–and working on some moves to help with my 27/5.  Which I posted about on Friday–

 

I was referring to a video posted by one of our refs, Registered Curse, showing how to strengthen your left leg so you have more power on your crossovers while skating through the turns.  The video is below:

 

But enough of the workout and skating shit–let’s get to the writing!

Yes, I’ve continued into the last scene we had where Annie and Kerry were describing their vision to Deanna. We know it happens at some point in the future and my kids have grown up and are–well, they sure as shit aren’t the same kids we know today, what with their different hair styles and tattoos and piercings.  But those aren’t the only different things where my kids are concerned–

 

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

 

Though she found the conversation interesting, Deanna wanted to move on and point out something that concerned her. “From listening to what was said, it seemed as if you were meeting someone and that you were having a conversation.”

Annie nodded. “Yes, we meet with a woman.”

Deanna paused for just a moment. “Did you realize you were speaking throughout most of the vision in Spanish?”

Both children glanced at each other, with Kerry answering. “No.”

“You didn’t realize that at all?”

“No.” Annie shook her head. “It seemed like we were speaking normally.”

“You were, but when you were having your conversation, nearly all of it was in fluent Spanish.” Deanna finally sat down on one of the big pillows. “Felisa was translating at first, then I brought Sabrina online and had her translate.” Felisa Ledesma, a Blodeuwedd from Coatzacoalcos, Mexico, was the only member of their level who spoke fluent Spanish.

Annie shook her head a couple of times. “I know some Spanish, but I wouldn’t say I’m a fluent conversationalist.”

“I know uno, dos, tres, stuff like that.” Kerry shrugged. “That’s about it.”

“For now.” Deanna leaned forward. “As you said, Kerry, you have no idea what you’re going to be like in twenty years. If you both continue on your current path, as Guardian operatives it’s likely you’ll become fluent in several languages others than your own.”

Annie and Kerry once more exchanged glance, both knowing there was a certain modicum of truth to the seer’s statement. Besides her native language, Annie was fluent in English, French, and German, as well as knowing a bit of Spanish as well as a few phrases in Esperanto. Though Kerry was only fluent in English, he was picking up Bulgarian and Gaelic quickly and knew as many Esperanto phrases as Annie. Neither discounted the possibility that with another twenty years behind them they’d develop a fluency in several more languages.

“Tattoos and languages.” Annie’s chuckled quickly became a laugh. “It’s somewhat comforting that we’re going to change as we grow.”

Kerry nodded. “If we didn’t, we’d be boring, yeah?”

“Most assuredly.”

 

Now we learn that the kids were se hablaing that Español like it was no big deal and everyone heard them speaking that way.  Which has to be a bit of a freak out ’cause right now neither kids is convenient in the language, so hearing them carry on that way shows that, yeah, they were channeling a version of themselves from the future.

In this segment we finally discover that Annie is fluent in four languages and it working on two others, while Kerry is busy working on three others.  It probably won’t be long before Kerry becomes fluent enough in Bulgarian that Annie and he can carry on a conversation, and who wants to place their bets now that these two become the first of their level to start chattering back and forth in Esperanto?

All this news is great–but what about this women with whom they were speaking?  I’m sure the kids have plenty to say about her:

 

Deanna wasn’t as interested in their future growth, however, as much as she was interested in the contents of their vision. “Concerning this woman you met, did you know her?”

Annie looked up. “Yes.”

“Who was she?”

Annie’s mouth opened slightly before she froze. She started off towards a corner of the room before leaning forward slight. “I—”

Deanna turned her head slightly to the left as she furrowed her brows. “Annie?”

Without looking directly at Deanna Annie began to slowly shake her head. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know what?”

“I can’t remember her name.”

Deanna turned to Kerry, who also had a puzzled look upon his face. “Do you remember?”

He shook his head. “No. I mean, it’s like I know her, but—”

“You can’t come up with a name.”

“Yeah.”

Deanna tried another tactic. “Do you remember her appearance?”

Kerry searched his memory but shrugged after about five seconds. “I know she was a woman; that’s it.”

“Annie?”

She shook her head. “No. Other than being a woman, I can’t recall any details.”

No one said anything for at least ten seconds as the implications of the latest revelation were considered. Kerry was the first to break the silence. “Precognitive Amnesia.”

 

For the first time they get into describing their vision and… they can’t remember something.  Or, should I say, someone?  And what is this Precognitive Amnesia?  Well, it’s–

You know, it’s something for another time.

And that time is coming soon.

Reflections Unseen Under Normal Conditions

Sometimes, all you need is a walk in the cold…

Wide Awake But Dreaming

I know I say this more and more these days, but life does sometimes get in the way.  I should really be finding a way so dinosaurs can enjoy life in our world, but nothing ever works out that way.

I fully expected to get in a lot of writing last night–that was the plan, you know?  But tired, stressed, and a few other past tensed adjectives thrown in as well kept that at a minimum.  And lets not forget the distractions, which I had coming a little last night.  There were, however, a few interesting moments . . .

For one, I was in a discussion concerning the school in Illinois that has to allow a transgender girl use the same locker room as the csigirls, and naturally I was taking the side of the transgirl.  There wasn’t a lot of discussion, actually, but the one who did the most comments…

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The Dream Annalists: The Evaluation

It looks like it’s time to figure this stuff out–

Wide Awake But Dreaming

The music really helped move things along last night:  I was sort of stuck in some mid-80s to early-90s grove, with a trip back to the 70s ever so often, and it was all good.  Also, Furious 6 was on the telly, and I was so digging the car chases and stunts.  Every so often I’d have to stop writing and watch the show just so I could go, “Damn.  Now that’s a stunt.”  Gotta love stuff like that.

The scene is finished, by the way.  Take my word for it–

I also have pretty picture showing I tell the truth. I also have pretty picture showing I tell the truth.

And it turned out to be a pretty good sized scene, if I say so myself.  Of course there’s so much going on here–so let us not wait.  Here’s how it finishes:

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

Coraline…

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The Dream Annalists: The Hiding

It’s always a bit awkward when the girl from your dreams wants to meet your real girlfriend…

Wide Awake But Dreaming

First off let’s get this out of the way:  there wasn’t a lot of writing yesterday.  Why?  Because I had a major bobble on a program that I thought was right, it bobbled the schedule a little, and that led to a talk where . . . let’s just say the stress and depression of the last couple of months caught up with me and I had a major breakdown at work.  Like, you know, the sort of breakdown that happens in front of people.  It wasn’t pleasant and it wasn’t pretty.  I managed to get things corrected, but still:  it wasn’t a good moment for me, and I was still way down in the depression dumps when I arrived home.

On top of that I needed to run out and mail a few things so by the time I actually got back home and was ready to write, my window…

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