On the Holiday Hours

Believe it or not I’ve got some free time.

Last Sunday was my team’s last bout of the 2017 season.  I started off the day getting over a sudden illness from the night before–as you know–and progressively grew better as the day wore on.  By bout time I was well enough that I changed my hair and hauled my equipment off to the rink so I could film.  And I had everything just right–including my hair:

It's almost time for the final bout of the season. #HARD

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Alas, the mood of the day couldn’t keep up with our opponents and we lost.  Actually, it was pretty much a blow-out: 41 to 501.  Yeah, a 460 point different.  But we half the off-season in place now, which means I pretty much have two weeks off save for a couple of practices I can attend in York this week and next.  And that means I can get some writing in, writing on a regular basis.

In the mean time I have some of the clothes that I bought last Friday night to show off.  Like this sweater dress yesterday–

One of my new sweater dresses.

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And this slacks and blouse combo–

Another new outfit and breaking out the heels for the first time in a while.

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So, down time mean rest time.  I won’t be down the whole time, but I’m kinda off skates for two weeks.  That means I can get in some writing.

Let’s see what happens.

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Dreams Of Walking Past

Let’s not only walk in the dreams, but remember walks and bookstores of the past–

Wide Awake But Dreaming

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…

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Up Most Nights

This was one of those times when I thought I’d have an excerpt ready for you–

But it’s not the case.

Once I got home from bouting I started feeling bad, and by midnight I’d come down with a real bad case of stuff running out the back end, sometimes explosively.  That kept me up for a good part of the night, and I’ve been laying about the apartment taking medication and hoping to get better, ’cause come this afternoon I need to film our last bout of the year.

So no writing today.  In fact, this is about the most writing I’m doing today.

We’ll see what comes tomorrow.

Tickled Are the Wakings

If you’ve got to wake up, having someone you love there to tickle you is one way…

Wide Awake But Dreaming

Much to my surprise I managed nearly another thousand words once I arrived home yesterday.  Even though I had a rather boozy lunch and took a quick nap and watched Breaking Bad–again–I managed to flesh out the scene I started Saturday.  Actually felt pretty proud that I finally seemed to be getting into a stride again and I hope this continues.

This scene has a rather unusual way of starting, but that’s because it’s unusual in of itself.  Also, believe it or not, there is going to be a lot of history covered in this scene.  Seriously, Cassie, I did not come here for a history lesson.  But you get one whether you like it or not.

However, it starts out in an innocuous way…

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

What pulled Annie from her sleep was…

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The Hurt and the Heart

Sometimes, no matter what you do, things may never work out for you…

Wide Awake But Dreaming

Two great things today–okay, maybe three.  We’ll see.

First thing:  I started the next scene and got to almost four hundred words in before calling it a night because I was tired.  Writing fourteen hundred words in a day isn’t something I’ve done in a while outside of a TV recap, so maybe I can do a thousand today before stopping to get my notes together for Fear the Walking Dead, which starts up tonight and requires me to actually switch over to network TV for the first time in like two months.  So it’s back into weekly recaping for the next two months, all the way to 9 October, after which I can take a break until Christmas.

Oh, and here's proof I started the next scene. I wouldn't want you to think I was lying. Oh, and here’s proof I started the next scene. I wouldn’t want you to think I was lying.

There was a third thing?  Hum, I must have missed it–oh, wait!…

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Love Among the Witches: Those Two Things

Before I get into the writing, allow me at moment to speak about something I’ve not spoken about for almost a year–

Politics.

As you know, last year at this time I was pretty much a basket case staying away from my balcony.  It was not a good time for me and I fell into a month-long funk that was hard to snap.  It happens when you throw all your energy into something you believe and you have those hopes crushed.

This year I didn’t get as involved in local politics.  I did some phone banking, but that was it.  I did get out and protest–both locally and on the national level, with trips to D.C. for the Woman’s March and the March For Science–but as the summer wore on I dialed things back.  While staying in touch with politics, I’ve also been selective about what I want to do.

But, last night–yeah, I feel good.

We–and by that I mean the Dems–won big in New Jersey and Virginia, literally flipping VA from red to blue and both states not only elected Dem governors, but elected black lieutenant governors as well.  Three trans women were elected, one of them the first trans woman of color, and one trans man was also elected to a school board in Erie, PA.  Seattle has a lesbian mayor; Provo, UT, has a woman mayor; Charlotte, NC, has a black woman mayor.  A Dem Socialist is in the VA House of Delegates, a Sikh was elected mayor of Hoboken, NJ, and  a former Black Lives Mater lawyer is the new DA in Philly.

We call this “change” and it’s a good thing.  Also, it’s likely causing an orange shitgibbon lots of butthurt right now, which is even better.  2018 starts right now: let’s keep this happening.

Now, on to writing…

Believe it or not, I finished the scene.  Yes, that scene.

There’s a lot of words there…

 

Yeah, it’s a big scene, but then we’re talking about all the kid’s secrets and sexy things, so it takes time to get through it.  And nearly every night I worked on this scene involved writing around five hundred words.  With a word count of almost forty-five hundred words, you can see why it took so long.

So what are the last things discussed?  Well, those two things for which Kerry answered “Yes” when asked about sexual activity.  And Annie has something to say about them, too:

 

 

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

 

Once more Coraline was a bit surprised by a revelation given to her by the couple. “You didn’t waste any time.”

Annie smiled. “No, we didn’t.” She nudged Kerry. “Though there was something you couldn’t help that first time.” She winked at Coraline. “Someone made one of the messes I said we were trying to avoid.”

The ginger girl blushed. “Hey, I was excited, okay?” She turned a sheepish look in Coraline’s direction. “It’s not like she didn’t have something to do with that.”

 

Messes.  Made by Kerry.  No need to elaborate, yeah?  Good thing Annie brought all those towels from the bathroom.

But there was something else–

 

“I bet.” There was one thing about which Coraline was curious. “That second thing you said yes to—”

Annie quickly answered. “That was Kerry’s idea. She—he—” She wrapped an arm around Kerry’s. “This one did that to me first.”

Coraline’s eyebrows rose once more. “You did? How did you—?”

“I read about it on the Internet.” Kerry snuggled against Annie, a slight grin on her face. “It said girls liked that.”

Annie and Coraline answered simultaneously. “We do.” Both began laughing, with Kerry joining in seconds later.

 

So Kerry was reading about, you know, sex things on the Internet and came across something I called the Australian Kiss, because it happens Down Under.  And he sees that “girls like that” and probably thought, “Whoa!  Can’t wait to see if this is true.”  And it probably wasn’t long after that he found out that, yeah, girls do like that.  Girls of all ages, if Annie’s and Coraline’s reactions are any indication.

With all the sex stuff out of the way, there’s just a bit more to discuss…

 

When they finished a few seconds later Coraline sat back in her chair and sighed. “I heard you were on the flight the next morning with red eyes. After having a romantic evening like that, I suppose you spent some time crying after.”

“We did.” Annie looked downward as she remembered the aftermath of their first special night together. “It was hard to not be sad knowing that come the next day we’d end up apart for the whole summer.”

Kerry nodded. “I did all the crying.” A few tears came to her eyes. “It was hard not to cry.”

Annie pulled Kerry close. “You have no idea how much I fought not to cry.” She gave her soul mate a tight hug. “Your pain was my pain.”

“Well, you don’t have to worry about that pain these days.” Coraline stood and straightened her top. “I’m gonna see how long before we have to speak with the headmistress and the others, and then I’ll see about getting some lunch up here.” She turned and headed towards the lift.

In the silence that followed Annie reached over and wiped the tears from Kerry’s eyes. “You still cry remembering that night.”

“Not because I’m sad.” She sniffed hard. “Maybe a little, but I’m crying because I remember how beautiful it was.”

“Yes, it was.” This was the first time Annie had ever heard Kerry refer to their first special evening as beautiful. “I can see how much it touched your heart.”

“Well, it was the first time we were ever that close.” Kerry rubbed her hair against Annie’s cheek. “So close.” She looked up into Annie’s eyes. “If that were to happen today, would you cry?”

Annie slowly ran her fingers through Kerry’s hair. “My love, we’ll never be apart like that ever again. Never.”

 

Now that Annie can come to Kerry and they are only an hour away from London, being away from each other for the summer isn’t as bad as it was that first time, but at the end of their A Levels Kerry was a messing having to leave his soul mate behind, and we finally discover that the separation hurt Annie more than she let on.  But she is able to dodge Kerry’s question about crying since she knows they’ll never face another separation like that again.

The sex talk is done.  What happens next?

Something boring, that’s what.