I Left My Dreams in San Francisco

The really good news is that with the exception of one little glitch last night my HDMI issues seem cleared up.  I’m keeping an eye on the sucker, but this morning I’ve had it running for a good forty minutes and haven’t had any issues.  I’m keeping my fingers crossed, but I hope I won’t have any more problems.

As for writing–the next scene has begun and in about an hour I managed four hundred and ten words.  When I say “In an hour”, a bit part of that hour involved looking at Google Maps and checking out a meeting location for Penny and Kerry, and the actual writing probably consisted of about thirty minutes of pounding away at the keyboard.  I should mention that I also spent a bit of time working out an Annie scene:  not the one that follows–that’s Annie and Alex meeting–but the one after, when Annie has a rather import meeting about her future.  No, don’t get worried:  it’s all good.

I also thought about the possibility of Annie and Kerry living up at Lake Tahoe at some point in their future and came to the conclusion that it’s all possible.  After all, the lake is only 150 miles/240 km straight line distant from San Francisco, which really means nothing when you’re talking about jaunting, but it also puts them within quick flying distance of the city if they wanted to take the scenic route:  both of them could be in The Castro in thirty minutes if they decided to take to the sky.

And where would the live?  I can tell you right now Kerry would have his heart set on one place:  The Fleur Du Lac Mansion.  What’s so special about that place?  Oh, you know, it’s the house used in the movie The Godfather II, and Kerry would probably spend the first year there pretending he’s Micheal Corleone.  Now, the property the mansion sits on is all condos these days, but the main 4,100 sq ft/380 sq m house stands all by itself and is a one-owner building.  The perfect place for some Foundation up and comers and their little witches.

You know Kerry couldn't settle for anything less.

You know Kerry couldn’t settle for anything less.

But… does Kerry really want to come back to this area?  Well, the last four hundred words of the last gives his answer–


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


Kerry wrapped his arm around Annie and held her close against his torso. “I had some horrible times at my old place, but there were some good times as well. The day my grandfather and I came here was one of the best, which is probably why this dream seems so real. But the best memories I’ll have of San Francisco—” He kissed Annie on the forehead. “They haven’t happened yet. They will, my darling, but not for a while.”

Annie kissed Kerry full on the lips and gave a happy sigh when it finally broke. “When we have our year of Real Life Experience I want to visit the city. I want to see everything here; I want to see where you lived.” She rested her head against his shoulder. “Most of all I want to see the tree where you first read to me—”

“And I’ll read to you there for real. After all, we have the same book now.”

“Yes, we do. I’ll make certain I’ll pack it.”

Kerry got to his feet and helped Annie to hers. He gave his dreamscape one long, encompassing look. “It’s nice here, but before I dream this again I want to come here with you for real.” He closed his eyes and the scene around them returned to multicolored fog and mist before swirling into place to form another location they both knew well. “I’d rather spend time here with you.”

Annie looked west along the road outside her grandparent’s château in France. “You liked it here?”

“Quite a lot. Maybe one day your grandparents will let us stay here.”

In that moment Annie wanted to tell Kerry of her dream of only a few nights ago, a dream that saw them inside the château, all the lights out in the house with them lying on the floor before the fireplace. That has to happen after we’re married because… She didn’t continue the thought because she was afraid she would affect their dreamspace and change the scene—perhaps change it too much.

The only think she allowed in that second was a smile as the memory faded from her mind. And I know it will happen because it felt real enough that I know it was a vision

She kept her eyes and smile turned upon her one and only soul mate. “I’m certain that will happen, my love.” Annie gave one slow nod. “How could they say no?”


So Kerry has made a promise:  he won’t bring up San Fran in his dreams until he visits the place with Annie.  He wants to concentrate on the now and the future and leave the past sleeping.  The château owned by Annie’s grandparents have made an impression upon him, mostly because he knows Annie wants to live in this area and he doesn’t want to say no.

And at the end we see Annie’s had another vision of this place in France, one where it seems they, you know, were married because they did that thing you can’t do until they get married and finalize The Three Bindings.  And she just had that vision–good thing it wasn’t a shared vision.  Or was it?

Well, this isn’t the place to think about that.  And besides, like Kerry, I’m thinking about the future…

Troubles on the Laptop Front

Yesterday, all my writing was so far away…

I lazed around all afternoon because I really did need the rest–at least I was lazing until I lost my video driver that allows me to connect my laptop to my television, at which point I had about an hour trying to figure out how to get it back, which wasn’t a lot of fun.  Then I was going to do maybe forty minutes of writing after taking my notes for Fear the Walking Dead, and I plug in my HDMI cable and get a picture on my TV, but no sound.  That took me about forty minutes–my writing time–to finally figure out to do a full-on reboot with the cable plugged in to reset the drivers and get everything back to where it was–

"This is not fun!  I could be writing about my kids being miserable!"

“This is not fun! I could be writing about my kids being miserable!”

So now I know the routine:  if I lose my HDMI connection plug in the cable, reboot the system, get the drivers back where they were.  Easy Peasy, as Pinkie Pie would say.  At least I relaxed, didn’t take a two hour nap, and slept through the night–though, if all the stuff I kicked off the bed and on to the floor is any indication, I didn’t sleep easy.

So, lots of writing tonight as we prepare for what a lot in the U.S. consider the last full week of summer.  I don’t ’cause it’ll stay hot for a few weeks into September, what what do I know?

Well, I know Kerry’s about to admit something–


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


Kerry glanced to his right. “You mean here? Or San Francisco?”

“The later.”

Kerry stared off towards the bridge. “I miss it more than I like to admit—and, at the same time, I don’t.” He sighed. “Does that make sense?”

Annie rested her hand upon Kerry’s leg. “Not yet, but I’m certain you can explain yourself.”

He nodded. “Before I came to school I missed living in San Fran a lot. This is where I sort of grew up, and there was a time—maybe about the time my grandfather brought me here—I figured I’d live here forever.

“Then you told me about the difference between a house and a home and how all the time I lived here I was in a house; I didn’t have a home.” He began bobbing up and down slowly, something Kerry did when he was nervous. “I still don’t have a home, but that’s another story—

“Before I met you face-to-face I thought maybe I’d come back here some day and maybe, I don’t know, get a place downtown and live here for a while.” Kerry set his left hand over Annie’s. “I never said anything but I, um, thought you’d be with me, too.”

Annie was surprised to hear this as it was the first time Kerry ever admitted he thought of them sharing a life together before they knew it would happen. “You never said anything because you were afraid of how I’d react, weren’t you?”


Right here is the first indication we have that Kerry Who Could Remember His Dreams–not to be confused with the kid in the A Level book who couldn’t–thought at an early age that maybe Annie and he would eventually, you know, settle down with The Chestnut Girl–whom he latter knew to be Annie–and, I don’t know, have a life together in the City by the Bay?  The stuff you wouldn’t imaging he ever thought about, but apparently did.  Which is why when he thought Annie was abandoning him, he completely lost it and blocked her out–completely.

No need to worry about that, but he makes an another admission he’s probably not said many times–


“I’ve always been afraid, Darling.” Kerry hung his head a little. “I was nine and had only said I loved you a few months before. Even though we’d both professed our love, it’s another thing to mention to your ten year old girlfriend that you sometimes imagined you both living together.” He finally turned to her and offered a weak smile. “We know better now, don’t we?”

“Yes, we do.” She raised his hand to hers and kissed the back. “Tell me more, my love.”

He nodded. “Now that I know what you would like and we know our future together, I don’t have the feelings about this place that I used to have. Do I want to bring you here for a visit? Yes. Would I live here if The Guardians had us working out of the headquarters? Absolutely, though with jaunting we could live at Lake Tahoe and commute every day.”

“We could, yes.” He understand that we can live in locations that aren’t close to our work.

“But as far as coming back to live here because I miss the local?” He shook his head. “I don’t need that anymore. The whole world is starting to open up to us and it’s ridiculous to think I should confine myself to this spot because my seven year old self thought I’d stay here forever.”


Now you gotta give him a little credit:  he’s thinking that if they ever work in San Fran Annie and he and whatever gaggle of little witches they have can live up in the mountains around Lake Tahoe and jaunt into work every day, then jaunt home when the day is done.  The reality is you can always live anywhere within a time zone or two of your place of employment and just teleport back and forth to work on a daily basis.  So, you know, they could both live in the Rocky Mountains and jaunt off to the West Coast or Chicago and be within an hour of either place.  It makes communing a lot less stressful, that’s for sure.

Even then, however, Kerry admits to being scared.  Not about fighting things that want to kill him, but rather his personal life.  And we’ve seen that a lot with him, and will probably see it more in the future.  I know we will because I know their future, and it won’t always be pretty.

So we finish up this scene tomorrow, I do my recap and a little writing tonight and everything will be copacetic.

Let’s just hope I don’t have any more computer issues.  I hate that.

Love and Rockets and Politics

Here I am back earlier than I’d imagined.  Shopping done and a lot of money spent, probably more than I should have spent.  I was considering going out for lunch but I think I’ll keep it indoors for today and relax and catch a nap.  But I will get all my writing in today.  And some tomorrow.  But I will get it in.  After that nap ’cause I can feel yawning coming on.

Yesterday Kerry was going on about the defenses that used to be around San Francisco, and while he touched on the big guns there he left off one thing that Annie remembers to bring up:


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


“And what is this Nike base you mentioned?”

“Oh, that.” He once more pointed off to his right. “They had missiles there from the 1950s until the mid 1970s.” Kerry moved so he now faced Annie. “They were supposed to shoot down missiles that were coming in to bomb the city.”

Annie searched her memory for she was certain she knew the event that Kerry was describing. “That was during the Cold War, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah. Back when Russia was our—the U.S.’s—enemy. As was any country that was aligned with them.” A broad smile appeared as he leaned closer to his dream girl. “Which means your family was the enemy—Comrade Kirilova.”

“Oh, please.” She broke into laughter as she spent a few seconds rolling her eyes. “No one has ever called me comrade, nor have I ever heard someone being called comrade. You must have gotten that from a movie.”

“Not really.” Kerry couldn’t keep the smile off his face. “I’m just imagining what it’s like having a girlfriend whose parents were communists.”

Part of Annie knew he was being silly, part of her admired the fact that Kerry knew the history of her country. Bulgaria was four months away from celebrating twenty-four years since leaving the Warsaw Pack and she imagined that the only people who actually gave any thought of the condition of those countries were people like Alex and her and a few others at school who were from those countries. “My parents were never communists: they were too young. They were several months into their B Levels when Bulgaria gained independence from Russia and the Warsaw Pack.” She gave him a smirk that considered of a great deal of side eye. “So you needn’t worry about having communists in-laws.”

“Fair enough.” He stared straight ahead for a few seconds before speaking in a low voice. “What about your grandparents?”


Before we get into Annie’s history, let’s look at this other history:

San Francisco is the last place in the U.S. to have a relatively intact Nike Launch Facility, SF 88.  The control center is on top of a hill called Wolf Ridge, but you have to hike up there as it appears the road that used to lead to the center has washed out.  The launch facility looks pretty much as it did when it was decommissioned in the 1970s–

Pretty nice, huh?

Pretty nice, huh?

–save for the fact that it no longer has any nuclear missiles.  That’s right:  SF 88 was one of the sites in the Strategic Defense Network of Nike launch centers where the Nike Hercules missiles, which was armed with either a 2 kiloton or 20 kiloton warhead, were located.

This must be the nucwewer missel.

This must be the nucwewer missel.  Someone tell Chekhov.

While there may be a missile or two still there, they are not active, nor do they have warheads.  And Kerry was wrong:  they weren’t designed to knock down missiles–at least not at first–but were instead shot at incoming bomber with the intention of blowing them out of the sky with nuclear fire.  None of that ever happened, which is good ’cause if it had happened I probably wouldn’t be writing this now.

And, as we see in the picture below, the base is close to the gun batteries Kerry described that were actually set inside a hill, Battery Wallace #1 and #2:

Needless to say there has been a lot of money spent on defending of San Francisco.

Needless to say there has been a lot of money spent on defending of San Francisco.

For the record one home I owned in Indiana was close to Nike launch site C-47, which was actually the first site to deploy the nuclear-armed Nike Hercules missiles, and I drove past the site many times.  Going back even further, when I was a kid, I can remember my parents driving past launch site C-46 in Munster, IN, and seeing the missiles out there ever so often, ready to go just in case war broke out.  Which if it had–


With this history out of the way, let’s move on to this new discussion of Kerry’s soul mate and–dirty little commie?

For those who don’t remember, from 1945 until 1989 Bulgaria was a communist country, being a member of the Soviet Union-controlled Warsaw Pack known as the People’s Republic of Bulgaria.  This means they sat behind the other side of the Iron Curtain, and were considered by many in the west to be nothing more than a puppet of the USSR, aka The Evil Empire as Ronnie Raygun once told us.

Now, from Annie’s point of view, the last of this happened ten years before she was born, but given that her parents were both born in 1977, they spent twelve years of their lives under communist rule.  (And a note of trivia:  Annie’s mother Pavlina was born on 28 August, which means she turned eleven while waiting to report to school, which happened on 1 September, 1988, exactly twenty-three years before her lovely daughter did the same.  Talk about just hitting the cut-off for admission.)

But as Annie points out, neither of her parents were ever old enough to join the Communist Party, though who knows if they had to do Communist Youth stuff as they were growing up.  Probably not, as the party in Bulgaria was falling apart in the 1980s, and maybe there was some witchy stuff that kept her folks from having to do anything party-wise.

But what about her grandparents?  This is probably the first time in her life Annie’s been grilled about her family’s political affiliations:

"Communists?  No one in my family is, or ever has been, a communist.  Wait, what story is this?"

“Communists? No one in my family is, or ever has been, a communist. Wait, what story is this?”

However, when it comes to Annie’s family–


She didn’t lie because she was certain Kerry had likely figured everything out. “Both my paternal and maternal grandparents were in the Communist Party, and I think their parents as well. My father’s parents worked in national energy production and were required to travel to Russia a couple of times a year for meetings and training, and my mother’s parents were involved with a state organization that imported goods from Western Europe. Because of what they did, it was almost mandatory that they be party members.”

Kerry eventually nodded in agreement. “I can see that. They’d need to be connected politically to get ahead.”

“Exactly.” Annie learned towards Kerry, a whimsical smile upon her face. “My grandparents were in the Communist Party, but they weren’t communists.”

He nodded a couple of times fast. “I didn’t mean to imply they were: I was just joking.”

“I know.” She wrapped her arms around his. “I can’t wait until you finally meet my grandparents; they’ll probably love it that you know these things and will happy to answer your questions.”


There you have it:  while all the grandparents were in the party, they weren’t communists.  The same probably goes for Alex’s parents and grandparents–being from the Ukraine her family were actually considered living Soviet Russia for a while–and for another girl in their level, Dariga Dulatuli, who is from Kazakhstan and had parents and grandparents who were considered living in Russia for a good part of their lives.

There is probably a part of Kerry’s mind that has slipped back and imagined what it might have been like for them if Annie and he had been born twenty years earlier and they were trying to meet each other over the Iron Curtain–

What am I saying?  You know he has done just that…

Though Memories and Song

Crazy things happening, yo.  One of the things I started doing the last couple of days is putting some song lists together of tunes I listen to on YouTube.  Part of this is so I can have something to listen to as I’m walking to and from work–yes, I’m like all the other girls now with my earbuds walking to my own soundtrack–but then I thought, “Hey, you know:  I have a lot of music in my novels:  A lot of it,” and since I am a bit scatterbrained at times I figured it might not be a bad idea to put them all together so I can jam out on them from time to time.

Therefore, if you are interested, I have compiled all the songs that I can think of that put in an appearance in the story so far, and–SPOILERS!–this includes songs that haven’t yet appeared.  They are also in chronological order, with Zoo Station–the song Vicky and Kerry flew to during his broom checkout–being first.  And as you’ll see there are just over two dozen songs, with may more to come in time.

And in case anyone is wondering I also have a song list for everything that Kerry plays during Ostara, but that list is private as it has every song he plays so neener neener, you can’t have all my secrets.

With music out of the way let’s get on to the quick history lesson.

Kerry created a dream version of a place he knew outside of San Francisco:  Battery Spencer.

Why, it's this.

Remember this?  Maybe a little?

Naturally Annie–who living in the mountains thousands of kilometers away–asks the question most people would ask:


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


Annie looked around just a bit puzzled. “What’s that?”

“This.” Kerry stomped his bare foot on the dirty concrete. “This. This used to be part of the defense of San Francisco.” He sat on the edge of the low structure, his feet almost touching the ground. He looked at Annie as she joined him. “Back over a hundred years ago they had all these guns in place around the Golden Gate—” He pointed towards the water in front of them. “—that’s the straight there—they were here to keep out enemy ships that might try to sail in and attach the city and ports. There used to be couple of big guns here, a few more down the coast—” Kerry waved his arm to his right. “—and a bunch of them over on the south side.”

“I had no idea.” Since Annie had spent her entire life living in the mountains she couldn’t imagine living in an area where these defenses existed. “Where are they now?

The guns, I mean.”

“Scrapped. All this stuff was obsolete by the 1920s because everyone was building huge war ships and aircraft carries. They pulled the guns out of here in 1942, melted them down, and used them for other things. There’s only one gun left over on the other side by the Presidio. It’s just used for demonstrations.”

“Interesting.” She loved how animated Kerry had grown talking about something that she’s never heard him mention in all the time they’d been together. He’s proud he was able to create all this; it’s likely this place was important to him. “What’s the Presidio?”

Kerry began rocking back and for as if he were anxious to do something. “It used to be a military base that was supposed to defend the city. It was shut down a while back and the buildings sold for development. The Disney people bought one of the buildings—” He stared at the bridge with a wistful look upon his face. “That’s where my parents used to work.”

“At this Presidio?”

“Yeah. That’s where ILM has their offices.” His chuckled was almost unheard. “That’s where the Yoda statue is.” Kerry finally looked at Annie. “I had my picture taken in front of it when I was six.” He grew quiet as he turned back towards the bridge.


First, the defenses.  Like Kerry said, back in the extremely late 1800–mostly in 1895–a whole lot of gun emplacements were set up overlooking the Golden Gate, the entrance to San Francisco harbor.  There were, for the most part, 10 inch guns set up on platforms that allowed them to drop down for loading, then pop up for shooting.  There were at least two guns at Battery Spencer, and at least a half dozen more spread down the Marion Highlands, including two that were buried inside a hill.

On the southern approach there were even more, with a few going as far down the south coast as to be almost outside of the city limit.  The idea was that any enemy ships that tried getting into the harbor was gonna get blasted to hell and gone before the got too close.

This whole area was a death trap, trust me.

This whole area was a death trap, trust me.

By the way, Battery Chamberlain, seen in the picture above, is that “one guy left” that Kerry mentions, and there are demonstrations these days showing people how it worked.

Not only did the Golden Gate have guns, but there were hardened forts as well.  There was Fort Point which was, um, on the point right there where the straight narrows, and is more well known as that building the Golden Gate Bridge goes over–

As seen here in a still from "Vetigo".

As seen here in a still from the movie Vertigo.

And further inside the harbor was Fort Alcatraz, which is known these days as that prison that no one could escape.  These places were chock full o’ guns as well and ready to blast any bad guys who made it past the outer defenses.

Overseeing this all was the Presidio, the military installation tasked with overseeing to the protection of the city.  It was put in place originally by the Spanish in 1776 and was inactivated as a military base in 1994, which made it one of the oldest active military bases in this country.  It’s all parkland these days and is open to any and all.

Just imagine if the greedheads were allowed to build condos here.

Just imagine if the greedheads were allowed to build condos here.

As Kerry also pointed out, the Presidio is where his parents used to work as Industrial Light and Magic–their former employee–has their offices on the old base.  On the picture above ILM occupies a few buildings in the group of four at the very right center.  And in the courtyard of one of those buildings–the one at the bottom of the group–is the Yoda Fountain, where Kerry was photographed standing in front of the grumpy old puppet.

"Jedi Knight I was; water flowing from base I now have."

“Jedi Knight I was; water flowing from base have I now.”

Yeah, Kerry has a lot of memories of this area and Annie prods him a little to talk–


Annie rested her hand over his. “When were you here last?”

He didn’t need any time to consider the answer. “Like the middle of June after my seventh birthday. My parents were working and my grandmother didn’t want to do a lot of walking, so it was just my grandfather and me. He brought me up here, then we went to the Nike base down the ways, and before we went home we actually walked out on the bridge.”

“You did?” Annie grew a little excited. While she’d crossed many river bridges in Europe she’s never stood on a structure as huge as the Golden Gate Bridge. “How far out did you walk?”

“Out to about a hundred or so meters beyond the north tower.” Kerry held his arm next to Annie’s face and sighted down it towards the spot he remembered. “Right about there.”

“That had to be exciting.” Remembering what Kerry was like then—the intelligent boy who only saw a certain Chestnut Girl in his dreams once in a while but knew her presence meant he had someone with whom he could talk for what seemed like most of a day—she imagined he felt a combination of exhilaration and fear as he walked out on the bridge. “What was it like?”

“Windy.” He laughed. “And chilly, but you dress for that around here. I remember how far down the water seemed: like eighty meters or so.” He glanced at Annie. “Not so far these days, huh?”

She gave him a slow shrug. “It is if you fall.”


“And what is this Nike base you mentioned?”


Yeah, what is that Kike base you mentioned.  Well, I’ll mention that tomorrow–along with a dirty little secret Kerry figured out about Annie.  Will it change his perception of Annie?  Ummm, probably not, but he’ll have fun pointing it out.

The Language of Dreaming

Since getting my new phone I’ve been using it every day at work to listen to music.  Streaming music over my laptop was something I did regularly at my last two jobs and it was something I missed one I started working in PA because YouTube and a lot of other streaming sights are blocked.  However their guest wifi isn’t, and once I’m in da house I have the phone going.  I also have a USB charger so my phone doesn’t drain out and die.

But the last few days I’ve turned on my data stream and listened to music while first walking back from work, and yesterday walking to work.   Once I hit the edge of Capitol Park I thought, “I need a song that will show me how long it takes to walk from here,” and wouldn’t you know, there are seventeen minutes songs from my past that will tell me exactly how long it takes to walk.

That’s why Dogs by Pink Floyd was my morning walk soundtrack on the way to work yesterday.  And needless to say it’s a lot of fun imagining things while I blocked out the world and existed in my own little cocoon of sound.

Actually, I’ve also taken to keeping my phone on and the earbuds in when I’m walking about the office these days.  Since no one speaks to me anyway, why not?

Speaking of speaking–


There was something else that I thought about during the creation of this scene.  And it came about because of something Annie did.  Something she always does if you try to wake her…



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


“I’m nowhere near as good as you—” He brushed her hair away from the left side of her face. “But by the time we returned to school we should be able to do this a couple of times a week.”

“That will be fantastic.” Annie gave Kerry a long, loving kiss. “Soon we’ll never be apart.”


“Well—” He chuckled. “At some point you’ll get tired of seeing me all the time.”

“Maybe a hundred years from now.” She closed her eyes as Kerry kissed her for what seemed like a long time before breaking. “Maybe.”

“We’ll see.” He looked to his left and right. “So this is your bed.”

Now that we totally know the kids are going to be spending all the time together:

Yes, how so?  Stop with the sucky face stuff, kids, and get to the point.

“You are so getting tired of me being in your dreams…”  “Maybe in a hundred years–”  “Let’s find out.”

Oi, you two.

And yes, Kerry:  this is her bed.  How’s it look?


“It is.” She sat back against him. “The one I’ve told you about so many times.”

“Do you have a canopy bed out at the lake house?”

“In my bedroom? Yes.” She looked up. “There’s something so feminine about having one.”

“I can see that.” Kerry continued stroking Annie’s hair as he spent a moment taking in her scent that he now knew so well. “It was interesting to hear you mumbling in your sleep even though it was in a dream.”

“Oh?” She looked up and to her left. “It’s funny how we do so many things from real life in our dreams.”

“It is. What was even better is I could understand you this time. It’s like you knew I was coming.”

“Are you sure?” She slid her fingers along Kerry’s hand. “I know I mumble when someone is trying to walk me up—I’ve had that habit ever since I was a little girl. But I wouldn’t mumble in English: it’s not my native language.” She stopped what she was doing and sat up. “Wait—” She turned towards Kerry. “What language am I speaking?”

“English.” He looked slightly perplexed. “You’ve always spoke English.”

“But I wasn’t that good with English until I was almost nine.” Annie looked away for about five seconds before snorting. “I never realized it until now.”

“Realized what?”

“That every time we’ve been in a dream you speak Bulgarian.” Her second snort quickly became a laugh. “I never thought about it because it seemed—”

“Normal.” Kerry chuckled along with his soul mate. “Just like me hearing you speak English: I just assumed you did.”

“Interesting. The brain must translate what is said in the dream so that anyone there hears it in their own language.” She slide closer and took his right hand. “How else would they be able to speak to each other?”

“So we have translator microbes in our brain.” He laughed. “Cool.”

Annie looked at him strangely. “What do you mean?”

“It’s another geek reference.” Kerry gave her a quick kiss and slid towards the edge of the bed. “Come on: I want to show you something.”



It goes without saying that they always understood each other when they were in dreams, and now we have proof:  Annie admits she wasn’t proficient with English until about the time Kerry arrived in Cardiff.  That means when Kerry read to her the first time while she understood every word during their dreams, in real life it would have been more like this:

Annie:  “Hello.
Kerry:  “Hi.”
Annie:  (Points at book)  “Kakvo chetesh?”
Kerry:  “Um, what did you say?”
Annie:  (Shaking head)  “Az ne znam Engliĭski. Znaesh li Bŭlgarski ezik?”
Kerry:  “What?”


So much for that first-time romantic moment.

Tomorrow begins the history lesson.  Well, a little of it.  But it has to do with what Kerry wants to show Annie.

Believe me, it’s coming.

Dreams Of Walking Past

Did I write yesterday?  Yes.  Did I write in the novel?  Urmmmm…  Ya got me.  But remember that whole “Ahead of the curve” thing?  Yes, got that rocking out so nicely.

Now, the question about Kerry dreamwalking has come up and it’s pretty much a give that he likely is doing just that.  But we need conformation, so…


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


He couldn’t hold back his excited chuckle any longer. “Yep.”

Annie was almost ready to bolt from her dream bed. “How?”

Kerry pushed himself against the headboard and planted himself next to Annie on the bed. “A couple of weeks before we left school I emailed Deanna and asked her for a good book I could use to learn dreamwalking. She gave me the name of the book and told me Mr. Parkman could order it for me; I told her I’d rather get it myself and asked if Bount Books carried it and Mr. Parkman told me they did. So I let them know I’d get it when I got home.”

“Did you order it?”

“Nope: went myself and got it.”

Annie sat back on her heels as she spun around to face him. “You flew, didn’t you?”

“Sure.” He seemed both pleased and embarrassed. “I mean, I brought my broom home, so why not? I left the Monday after I got home: there was no one home, so why not? It was only a couple of hundred kilometers, so I was able to get there after about forty-five minutes.”

Annie found herself both surprised and pleased that he’d taken this step to do things as were needed. “Where did you land?”

“Ashland Place, near Paddington Street Gardens. Remember: we passed all that on the way back to the hotel after—” He looked towards his bare feet as his voice grew softer. “After we meet in the book store.”

“I remember that well.” What Annie remembered was Alicia complaining nearly all the way back to the Park Plaza and Collin asking three or four times if they were in the right part of the city. But what she remembered the most was the feeling of loss and despair that the shy, ginger boy walking alongside didn’t remember her, while at the same time noticing that he only paid attention to and spoke with her and tended to ignore the others who were no longer with hem. And all the way back he stayed to my right, even insisting we walk so he was between the traffic and me. Even with his memory blocked he must have known something. “So you bought the book that day?”

“I did, then went home and started reading. And practicing. And here it is—” He shrugged. “—either the night of 7 July or the morning of the 8th. Only took me about six weeks to finally do this.”

Annie clapped. “That’s fast.”

“Keep in mind that after your first time you spent the next couple of months telling me all about how you did it.” He tapped the side of his forehead. “I was listening.”

“That’s because you’re a good student.”

“That’s because I have a good teacher.”

She threw her arms around her soul mate and hugged him tight. “This means we can be together so much more now. With both of us able to dreamwalk, it increases the odds we’ll see each other at night.”


So now Kerry can dreams walk and these two can spend all the time together when they are apart.  And when they’re together.  And when they’re sleeping right next to each other.  This could be good–or bad…

Where In My Dream

No, Annie isn’t that possessive.  Yet.

This was one part of the story that I needed to do a little research on as it dealt with something I wrote about three years ago–and that is the book store where Annie and Kerry first met in physical space.  There were a few things I needed to know.  Like first, the area around the book store.  I needed to see just how long it would really take Kerry to get there:

Answer:  not long.

Answer: not long.

Like he said it’s a couple of hundred kilometers, so he could be in London in about forty minutes if he went along at about three hundred kph.  It’s also a no-brainer for flying:  nearly straight due east.

Now the store itself.  In the novels it’s called Bounts Books, but in reality I based it off of an existing establishment in London, Daunt Books:

As you can see right here from the street.

As you can see right here from the street.

It’s famous as a place with a lot of books on travel, but it’s the interior that really drew me to the place.  The story on Marylebone High Street–where the kids order their books for their A Levels–was an original Edwardian bookstore before it became Daunt, and that means it has a gallery with a long skylight bringing in natural light that brightens the ground and first floor.

Tell me this doesn't look like a place where witches shop.

Tell me this doesn’t look like a place where witches shop.

If you want to see what the area below the ground floor looks like here is a Google 360 view of the downstairs.  It’s beautiful, but it’s that staircase that drew me in ’cause in their first meeting Annie is sitting in a large chair hidden by the shadows of a staircase.  And right there you have that staircase–  With a little adjustment in the building that could easily be the spot.

Could this be the setting for a meeting of two witches in love?

Could this be the setting for a meeting of two witches in love?

Though I did state that they met on the ground floor and there was natural light and all that, but hey:  it’s my story and I’ll move stairs around as I like.

As for the mention of the aftermath of that first meeting, I did a little checking to see where the bookstore was in relation to where they were staying at the time, which was, of course, the Park Plaza Sherlock Holmes on Baker Street.  And just as Kerry pointed out the next day everything they did with their running around was something of a test, because the book store was real close to the hotel and Berniece Rutherford could have easily taken an hour to walk the kids over, get their books, and walk them back. But no:  better to have them do it themselves.  After all, it’d give at least a couple of witches the chance to get used to walking together.

Maybe it's only six minutes, but that's a start.

Maybe it’s only six minutes, but that’s a start.

Right there you see the first route Annie and Kerry took together in real life.  How’s that saying go?  “A trip of a thousand miles starts with a single step.”  In this case, a walk through life together starts with a six-minute stroll through London.

And they’re still strolling.

Dead Letter Watching

Before I managed to get off to sleep–and while I was waiting for the video I shot last night to get edited properly–I ended up starting Chapter Two and getting another four hundred or so words added to the mix.  So, a thirteen hundred word day:  not bad.  Not bad at all.

And the first scene of Chapter Two is in an interesting location, one that just came to me because I’d once read about it on Wikipedia a couple of years back.  But then I changed everything about this first scene at the last minute and took it back to the idea I had for it originally.  Tonight it’s just a matter of editing what was written and adding to that.  And getting to he heart of a matter.

But now, back to our dream…

There has been some discussion about why Kerry wanted Annie to send her letters on certain days, and we ended yesterday’s excerpt with Annie asking about this change.  And Kerry doesn’t hesitate:  he immediately tells her the reason:


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


Kerry stared at the tabletop for a few seconds before raising his head and meeting Annie’s gaze. “I caught her intercepting your last letter.”

Annie grew cold inside. “What do you mean?”

“Last Tuesday Mom was home ‘cause that’s one of her normal days off. I was up in my room checking the time ‘cause I know about what time the mail comes, but I had to use the bathroom so I went; I figured I was good ‘cause I had about ten minutes before the woman who usually delivers showed up.” A severe frown crossed his face. “I didn’t: she showed up just as I was getting out. I was on the top landing and saw Mom accepting your letter, and then—” He closed his eyes and sighed. “She turned, looked at the letter for a couple of seconds, then took a couple of steps towards the kitchen.”

Annie didn’t need to hear more: the implications of what Kerry was driving at were enough. “She was going to throw it away.”

He nodded. “Yeah, I think so. When I called down and asked if she had my letter before she vanished, she had this surprised look on her face like she knew she’s been caught at something. I can’t prove it, but I think she was gonna toss it in the bin.”


There you have it:  Louise Malibey, doing her best to maybe keep those witches from talking to each other.  Like tossing Annie’s letter in the bin is going to keep these two apart–especially since they were going to meet in a few days anyway and the first words would have been something like:

Kerry:  I haven’t gotten your letter.
Annie: I sent it a week ago.
Both:  Hummmmmmm

And the outcome of that conversation wouldn’t have been good.  As it is, someone just got on Annie’s shit list:

"You were going to toss my letter in the bin? Louise: we need to talk."

“You were going to toss my letter in the bin? Louise: we need to talk.”

And we all know what happens when Annie wants to have a talk–

Also, while Kerry likes to keep things nice and even and on the low most of the time, he hasn’t been infected with estrogen yet.  Once that happens all the “I’ll just stay in my room and listen to music and brood for a while” shit goes right out the window and Louise may just discover the hard way that she isn’t the only woman in the house with a bad Irish temper:

"Mom, you thought having one angry, hormonal girl witch angry at you was bad? Well, guess what!?"

“You thought having one angry, hormonal girl witch mad at you was bad? Well guess what, Mom!?”

Yeah, Louise, just wait until your house turns into a scene from Carrie.  Just wait…

Anyway, this talk of binning letters doesn’t set well with The Bulgarian Buttercup and she lets it be known:


A cold fury gripped Annie and for just a second she imagined her sleeping body tensing as her inner emotions took hold. “That horrible bitch.”

Kerry was more shocked that Annie swore in English—she almost always switched over to Bulgarian when she cursed—than he was by what she said. “Yeah, no kidding.”

“Why would she do that?” She didn’t bother hiding her exasperation.

He twirled the straw around in his smoothie. “Probably because she’s figured out you’re more than just a friend.”

This was a moment that Annie knew would come one day, though in all honesty she’d expected it to happen at some point during the last summer. “She suspects I’m your girlfriend.”

“I think so.”

“Why doesn’t she ask you then?”

“I think she doesn’t want to know.” Kerry sipped at his drink as he considered his reply. “Remember when I told you in my first letter she gave me a strange look when I told her you were a witch?”

Annie shifted around her in chair. “I do.”

“I think my mom always imagined that when I was ready to start dating I’d go out with some Welsh girls I met at school, or I’d end up hooking up with someone when I went away to college.” He chuckled. “Probably deep down she hoped I’d met up with a nice Irish girl, get married, and have a gaggle of gingers she could spoil.”

“That certainly isn’t happening.” She found herself thinking that she couldn’t wait for the moment when she told her future mother-in-law that the only children her son was having were coming from her uterus.

“I know, My Moon and Stars. All our future little witches come from us.” He smiled as he looked at his drink. “And that’s probably what’s got my mom freaked. She’s finally figured out that all the kids I hang with regularly are witches and that means anyone I date is gonna be a witch—”

“And in time that means marriage.”



“That horrible bitch.”  Way to start off the relationship with your future mother-in-law, Annie!  Sure, it’s Louise’s fault, but it doesn’t bode well for there being a lot of harmony between the two.  And I can’t wait for the moment when a teenage Annie points at her tummy and tells Kerry’s mom, “The only grandchildren you’re gonna see are coming from this uterus!  And they’ll be witches!  Deal with it!”  Good times, yo.

But all that stuff is in the future.  For now we have to deal with the aftermath of this dream–