The Post Of the Forth

Well, I hope you all had a good Second Civil War Day!

First off, I didn’t have a good day yesterday.  In fact, it was one of those “My Brain Wants Me Dead” sort of days and I spent most of it in bed crying–when I wasn’t sitting around crying, that is.  I cried so much yesterday by 9 last night my eyes hurt.

Today, however, I’m better.  Much better.  And I started out the day right by doing something I’d promised to do:  be in an Independence Day parade with my teammates.  Not only that, but I said I would skate.  That’s right: skate on the street and hand out fliers.

 

That was the “before” shot.  It was hot out today and it got hotter as we skated.  Even though it was a mile, we had to go up one small hill and then come down a bigger one–and I did this with my other teammates without going on my butt.  Yay!

Since there is a “before”, that must mean there are “afters”.  Yup.  Here they are.

Yeah, it was hot.

 

But we could still pose for a picture.

 

And a few hours ago the skies opened up and it began raining.  Which means I needed another picture:

Rains in Harrisburg

I Bless the Rains Down in Harrisburg.

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‘m loads of laughs.

Also, the piece I was interviewed for by The Central Voice, an online LGBT publication, finally saw the light of day, and you can read that right here.

Now, one thing I alluded to in my video the other day… since I’m on a derby kick today I may as well tell everyone I’m going to attend another clinic, this time on the evening of the 13th of this month, which is a Friday if you didn’t already know. It’s one being given by Laci Knight, a player who gave a clinic back in February and of which I was an observer.

So what’s the big deal about this one?  I’m not going to just watch–I’m gonna skate! Yes, I decided to up my derby game and this time, with the approval of coaching, I will strap on my skates and be my own hero.  And at some–probably an hour into the clinic–I’ll also probably go, “What the hell have I gotten myself into?”  But those be the breaks.  Beside, if you’re gonna skate with the big girls, you may as well take a lot of hits from them as well.

That’s all I have. Enjoy the rest of the day and if you can, get your drinking in before the aliens arrive, because–

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On the Astral Winds: Building the Magical

Did I not promise another excerpt today?  Of course I did!  And I delivered.  But first–derby!

Yesterday was my first team bout since April and I was–well, I was nervous.  Which means I needed to take an anti-anxiety med about ninety minutes before leaving.  I also brought along my computer so I could listen to music over my Bluetooth earphones, and that helped me focus a lot on just getting things down on video.

In case you wonder what I looked like when I’m filming, here’s a few pictures.

 

Yes, I’m up on a podium and I have my GoPro on a selfie stick in my left hand, my video camera is on my right and my digital camera is on my left.  What you don’t see is my mobile phone, which is taking this picture.  But wait!  You can see it here:

 

I took this with my GoPro using a voice command to trigger the camera.  You can see my computer sitting in my chair and behind that is my third tripod with my mobile phone adapter.  Yes, they make these for phones, which means I can set the timer and get a great picture every time.

And another of me:

 

Again with the selfie stick, this is how I look throughout most of the bout, with my eyes stuck to the viewfinder as I follow the teams around the track.  If you look closely, you’ll see my blue earbuds are in place and I do believe I had the music streaming from one of my YouTube playlists as I took this photo.

And how did HARD do?  Well…

 

We Won!  The second consecutive win, which makes us 2-1 for the season so far.  I managed that photo above with my mobile phone, so I was able to post the picture right away to the Facebook, because I’m all about social media.

Now with that out of the way…

Yep, back to the Astral Realm, where a certain school spirit asked a question of a certain girl from Bulgaria. Do you want to know what she said?  Sure you do.

 

 

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

 

Annie found her heart softening towards the ancient created. She’s probably seen this part of the world evolve over many millennium—and yet, she found Kerry’s transition fascinating. That says quite a lot about her. “No, I can’t hold it against you. It’s just—” She looked down as she chuckled. “You can be quite annoying at times; you know that, don’t you?”

“But if I wasn’t annoying I wouldn’t be charming.” The Phoenix laughed. “Enough about me: what are your plans here, Ms. Kirilova?”

“I haven’t actually given it much thought.” Annie spun around in mid-air, noticing that her lifeline twisted around her form before sliding through her waist so it was once more sticking straight out of her lower back. “I figured I’d look around.”

The Phoenix rolled her eyes. “Well, if you’re gonna look around—” She reached out and took Annie’s hand. “Why not let someone who knows her way around show you the sights.”

Before Annie could say anything The Phoenix took off a high speed towards the east wall, pulling her along. Even though Annie knew there wasn’t any physical connection between them, she knew she’d never free herself from the spirit’s grasp, as the elemental knew so much more about the rules of the realm. Annie could struggle all she’d like to free herself and it would be of avail.

They came to a stop just a couple of meters short of the wall and about twenty meters sound of Polar Portal, the northeastern most wall tower and the only exit through the wall in the north. Few students ever left the school on foot through Polar Portal these days as it was a little over a kilometer to the ocean and few people wanted to walk that distance, particularly when they might have to go through the yards of local residents.

Annie had traversed the portal once with Kerry, in mid-October during their B Levels, the weekend before he was moved up to the Coven’s racing A Team. They flew up to the portal on Kerry’s broom and then walked about a hundred and fifty meters to an old, seldom-used dirt road that traversed the north end of Cape Ann. They walked west toward Bay State Quarry and the outskirts of Lanesville before slipping back into the woods and flying back into the confines of the school walls. Though they weren’t gone long, Annie remembered the walk because so little was said—it was her love and her walking hand-in-hand, enjoying each other within the silence.

She peered through the shifting curtain of the defense screens, seeing the world outside the walls was much the same as inside, though it didn’t seem as bright. “Does everything appear slightly duller because we’re looking through the screens, or—?”

“No. It’s the way of what you call the Normal World.” The Phoenix stared at the screen for a moment and a large section, twelve by twelve meters, grew in lightness, making the outside view clearer. “While everything has a presence in the Astral Realm, little of it is imbued with the same energy as that which has been touched by what you call the Aware. You’re attached far more naturally to this realm, which is why you can do magic. It only follows that all that you touch, all that you build, is also touched by the same energies. That’s why—” She turned slightly to her right and motioned towards the main school to the south. “Everything inside these walls appears so much brighter.”

Annie looked lower, focusing on the outer walls. “Then why are they so dark?”

The Phoenix paused for a moment before speaking. “Think about what you’d need to keep out all that wants to hurt you.”

“Of course.” Annie turned to her right. “Dark Energy. They were likely constructed using as much as witches could channel.”

“Exactly.”

 

If one were to look at things in a certain fashion–and I am one of those people–one could say that The Phoenix is trying to teach something to Annie. Of course I’m not going to say if that’s really the case, but every time either of these kids run into ol’ Phee, it’s like she’s trying to impart some kind of lesson upon them.  That lesson could be, “Never trust a fucking thing I tell you,” but so far that hasn’t happened.

Is there more tomorrow?

Why not?  This is becoming a habit, you know…

Up With Pride

It’s that day again, and believe it or not, I’m feeling a bit of–pride?

 

Before and after of my time in derby.

The night I was recruited:

At least I looked fetching in my gear.

 

And a year later:

 

Into the Month of Pride

Well, Happy Pride Month!  Yeah, it’s 1 June and LGBTQ+ Pride month is upon us.  I can’t say if I’ll have a good time of this month or now, but I’ll do my best.

Last night was good for me.  Getting out of derby jail means I can once again attend league functions and that’s what I did.  I was out at River Bend Brewery in Newport, PA, about 45 minutes northwest of The Burg, and it was a great time.

That’s me in the middle, in case you forgot what I look like.

 

Coming home was a different story, as I spent part of the night driving home in a downpour so great that at times I couldn’t see the road.  Add to that driving down dark, hilly, winding country roads, and it was an event in of itself.  But I made it home safe and sound, which is why I’m writing this now.

And speaking of writing, I finished my mermaid story last night as well.  So with the exception of one day, I managed a part of the story every day in May, though last night was a close one: I posted the last part of the story about four minutes before midnight. But that was still May, so there.

And speaking of that story, I’ve been busy with something today:

Is that an ebook reader with your story?

 

Yeah, I’m working on the possibility of taking my little mermaid novella–about 26,300 words little–and putting it up on Amazon for sale.  Nothing big, just $.99, which I believe is the minimum you can charge for a Kindle book, but that’s not bad.  I may even have someone lined up to do a cover, for which I’ll cut them in for a whole 10% of whatever money I make.  It may not make a lot of money–which means the story won’t make much of a splash, get it?–but it’ll be something I published.  And, why not?  I spent the month writing the story and I’m proud of it.

And if I have some success with this, who knows what’s next?

I’m supposed to do my shot right now, but the truth is I’m craving some ice cream bad and after that I’ll likely do my shot.  And after that I may settle in for the evening and start binge watching Babylon 5, which is on Amazon Prime this month.  If you haven’t seen this and you have Amazon Prime, watch it.  It’s probably the best science fiction series ever, at least where space opera is involved, and while it doesn’t have the wide base that Star Trek or Star Wars has, it’s so much better in so many ways…

As for any other writing that needs getting done–yeah, I’m working on it.  I do what to write, but I’m thinking about what I want to write next.  I’m strange that way, you know?  But the writing is coming.

I just have to coax it out.

These muses are stubborn things…

Beyond the Rune: Hearing Those Words

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.