Teardrops and Titillations

Over the weekend I came to the realization about something in my stories.  It’s nothing major, but . . . I’m probably going to have to remove the song lyrics used in both novels, only because I likely will not be able to afford the rights to use them.  A lot of times you can get permission from the artist for their lyrics, but it’s also true that a lot of time the songs aren’t owned by the artist and are instead owned by someone who’s gonna say, “Sure, go ahead and use the song, Cassie,” but rather, “Where’s my money, bitch?”  It’s not a big deal–there are only four locations–but one of them is for a great scene that I’ll have to butcher just a little to make work.

I shouldn’t complain too much:  I’d probably go after fan fiction writers, or maybe not.  Haven’t decided on that yet.  I guess I need someone to do fan fiction first.

So, back to the airport and the gift Kerry gave.  He’s really free with the presents to Annie–so far two birthday gifts, one “Our First Meeting” gift, and now a Christmas gift.  Is he setting himself up for the time when he has to hear, “Remember when you gave me a charm bracelet for our First Meeting Anniversary?  Yeah, what ever happened to that guy?” followed by some mumbling in Bulgarian.  That will never happen, because Annie doesn’t expect gifts–that’s pretty much a given.  And as we see here . . .

 

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

Annie attempted a disapproving look, but the best she could manage was a half-smile. “We agreed we wouldn’t exchange Yule presents.”

“Yeah, well . . .” Kerry held out the present. “You can yell at me later.”

“Then I should see why I need to yell—” She carefully unwrapped the package, only to find a smaller wrapped box inside. She unwrapped this box as carefully as the first and discovered the contents to be a small, felt-covered box. “More jewelry, I see.”

“I once heard a girl can’t have too much jewelry.” He smiled. “But this is a little different.”

“Oh?” She popped open the box and discovered a pair of earrings: dark blue stones within a silver teardrop setting. “Kerry . . .”

He sat still, smiling back. “Am I gonna get yelled at still?”

 

No, you’re not gonna get yelled at, Ginger Hair Boy.  Not one bit.  And what are they?

 

“I don’t—” She removed one earring from the box and held it up to the light. “Kerry, are these . . ?” She set it back in the box. “They’re sapphires, aren’t they?”

“Yeah.” He nodded slowly. “I wanted to get you something with your birth stone.”

She stared into the box. “They’re beautiful. But—”

“I know I shouldn’t say this, but I didn’t spend a lot. I mean, I saw a few that were over a thousand pounds, but you’d have had a fit if I got those.”

“You’re right: I would.”

“I was going to get you lapis lazuli earrings because they’re also a September birth stone in the UK, but when I saw there wasn’t that much of a different in price, I went with the sapphires.” He tilted his head to the left as he admired Annie. “And I think teardrops suit you: nice looking without being too ostentatious.”

 

Sapphire earrings.  Kinda like–

Well, like these.  But with silver.

Well, like these. But with silver.

Yeah, what’s your twelve year old boyfriend gotten you lately?  A Starbucks drink?  It helps that Kerry has a bit of money to spend, and it should get pointed out now:  he’s not spent much on himself.  The big ticket items have been for Annie, and he’s figured not to spend that much.  He does point out that he had help buying them–he had Erywin and Helena jaunt him over to England one Friday when Annie was flying with Isis–and that he bought them in November.  And there’s a reason for that–

 

“Sneaky.” She crossed her arms across her body and sat back. “These aren’t the sort of earrings you wear every day.”

“No, they’re not. I figured they were something you could wear for special occasions—like Ostara, the Samhain Dance—”

“Going out to dinner with my parents at Yule?” Annie brightened the table with her smile.

Kerry nodded as he fidgeted with his tea cup. “Something like that.”

“Why didn’t you give them to me before we parted for the holidays?”

“Because . . .” He blushed once again. “I wanted to be the first to see them on you.”

He knows they’re not for everyday, but the idea that he wanted to be the first to see her wear them–that’s really sort of sweet and kind.  And Annie not only obliges, but brings up something else–

 

“You did? Hummm . . .” She removed her gold studs and replaced them with Kerry’s gift. Annie brushed her hair back so the earrings caught the light better. “How do they look?”

“Beautiful. Just like you.” He snapped a picture with his phone and passed it to Annie. “See?”

She scrutinized the photo, touching her earrings as she admired how they appeared. “You’re right: these are for special occasions—” Annie returned the phone. “Like returning home together.”

“You mean Salem home?”

“Do we have another at this point?” She crossed her legs. “You’ve given me a locket, a bracelet, and earrings as gifts—what’s next? A ring?” She held up her right hand and wiggled her fingers.  “Like—?”

“Umm . . .” Kerry tried not to show surprise, but given what Annie insinuated, he couldn’t help but feel a bit shocked. “We’re still kinda young for that, aren’t we?”

“Just a little.” Annie giggled as she leaned forward so she could speak softly. “My parents would have a fit if I were to become engaged now—even if I explained it was because we did see ourselves getting married.” She lay her right hand over Kerry’s left. “Besides, when the time comes for that, I want something far more special—”

“What’s that?”

“An Astral Etching.” She slowly rubbed Kerry’s hand. “My Mama and Papa both have them.”

Simple based upon the name Kerry was able to piece together an idea of what Annie meant. “Sound interesting.”

“And beautiful, because you created them—”

 

And here we have it:  the ring thing is finally mentioned, and Kerry isn’t so clueless that he doesn’t know what she’s talking about.  Annie is also smart enough to know that were she to come home that summer–at thirteen–wearing an engagement ring, there would be hell to pay.  Her parents would flip and she knows it.  We won’t even talk about Kerry’s parents . . .

But here’s something being mentioned for the first time:  an Astral Etching.  In time you’re going to find out exactly what those are, but for now it’s sort of left hanging.  However, like Kerry you can probably figure out what they are, and given that both her parents have them, it’s likely something engaged and married couples share.  And yes:  you’ll get to see one eventually.

But when all else is said for this scene, it’s Annie who finally drops the mic in a big way . . .

 

Just then the airport public address system sounded to let everyone know an announcement was forthcoming. “Ihre Aufmerksamkeit, bitte. Wird Herr und Frau Malibey bitte an der Kasse melden? Ihr Flug wird bald verlassen. Danke.” The message repeated in English. “Your attention, please. Will Mr. and Mrs. Malibey please report to the ticket counter? Your flight is departing soon. Thank you.”

Kerry continued looked upward for a few seconds after the announcement completed. He slowly lowered his gaze towards a smiling Annie. “Mr. And Mrs. Malibey?”

Annie quickly stood, pushing her chair back in. “I had to leave a message for when it was time to leave, and I wanted something that would catch our attention.” She took Kerry’s hand after his chair was in place. “We’ll be leaving in about twenty minutes.  Shall we?”

“Coming, Darling.” He walked with Annie, left hand in right, heading for the escalators that would lead them to Level 1, and the stairs there that would take them under the airport and to the jaunt station. He looked out through the Level windows at the tarmac beyond and spoke in a broad English accent. “Yes, sir, going home—” He raised Annie’s hand to his lips for a kiss. “Going home.”

 

There, she went and did it:  Mr. and Mrs. Malibey.  Over the loudspeakers.  In an international airport.  For all to hear.

"Attention, please.  Will the young man running screaming through the concourse please report to the Information Desk.  Your Wife-to-Be is waiting for you."

“Attention, please. Will the young man running screaming through the concourse please report to the Information Desk. Your Wife-to-Be is waiting for you.”

Good think Kerry loves Annie, or he would get . . . worried.

But they are finally going “home”.  And they’ll be there for almost the rest of the novel.  Where only good things will happen to them–

Right?

Preparing For All Points Homeward

Since I was on the road all day yesterday there wasn’t a bit of writing–other than my blog post, naturally, but in many ways I don’t count that.  However, that doesn’t mean I wasn’t ready for this morning . . .

First off, Chapter Nineteen has begun.  We’re onto the point after Yule and, if you look at the image below, you’ll see we’re even into another year:  2103.

It won't be long before I'm up to our current year--whenever that may be.

It won’t be long before I’m up to our current year–whenever that may be.

Besides being the title of a song and album, “Goodnight Vienna” is Liverpool slang for “It’s all over,” and that pretty much sets the tone for this chapter:  the holiday is finished and students are on their bounce back to America.  It could also means more, but for me to say so . . . naw, I don’t play that way.  But I do like to pick up action somewhere on the worlds stage–maybe like in the namesake of the scene title?

 

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

Annie walked through Level 3 of the Vienna International Airport appearing as if she knew exactly where she was going—which, in fact, she did. After leaving her parents at The Foundation Jaunt Lounge, the concierge gave the message left for her almost an hour earlier, and those directions were the reason she was absolutely certain of her destination.

The lights were on in Level Three. The sun had set two hours before and full darkness was nearly upon the city of Vienna, though outside of the terminal windows the glow of the distant city were bright against the cloudy sky. Annie loved Vienna, and while there were other cities that stirred her teenage sensibilities more, there was an energetic charm that undeniable. One day I have to come here with Kerry and show him around . . .

She neared Gate G9 and saw the end of her journey nearing: the Vienna Tea and Coffee House cafe, situated in the middle of the level. Their selection of beverages and snacks wasn’t her reason for coming to this spot: the person waving at her from his table was. Annie headed directly for the table and took the seat being offered. “Hello, my love.”

 

In case anyone is interested–or not, ’cause I’m gonna tell you anyway–those three paragraphs came about from about forty minutes of looking about and trying to get things to load on a crazy wireless connection.  First off, I needed a map of the airport terminals at Vienna International, and wouldn’t you know they’d have a pdf of said layout?  But of course, because that’s how the world runs today.

Terminal map--check.

Terminal map–I mean, Flughafenplan:  check.

On the map I see that Level 3 has areas for people to rest and eat.  So I do a few more searched and I find an ifly.com listing for that level at the airport, and that’s when I discover that right by Gate G9 is the Vienna Tea and Coffee House.  The Vienna Airport site indicated that passengers were the only ones who access the G Gates on Level 3, but we know better than that:  if my kids and jaunt in and out of international airports around the world, they can also access any public spot in said airports.  If nothing else they’d just turn invisible and thumb their noses at airport security as they walked past the checkpoints.

And because a few Google searches are all that’s needed these days to find out just about anything you like, you know there are pictures of this location online–

Welcome!  Coffee, tea, or . . . another beverage?

Welcome! Coffee, tea, or . . . another beverage?

Now, where the guy in the orange shirt is sitting in the picture:  that’s where Kerry sat waiting for Annie.  He could have been sitting in the back where there’s a couple of easy chairs in front of a fire, but he wanted to people watch–and it’s also easier to see his soul mate coming . . .

 

“Hello, Darling Sweetie.” Kerry pushed in her chair and retook his own. “I see you got my message.”

“I wouldn’t be here otherwise.” She took the cup offered and waited for Kerry to pour the water over her tea. “I see you came prepared.”

“I knew it was only a matter of time before you arrived.”

She set the cup aside to let the tea seep. “So you’ve been here an hour?”

“About that.” He shrugged. “I emailed Ms. Rutherford this morning and told her I needed to get out of Cardiff, so if she could come for me about an hour early I’d appreciate it greatly.”

Annie immediately imagined more trouble at his home. “Was your mother causing trouble for you again?”

“Naw, nothing like that. It’s just since cooking for New Year’s Day, all we’ve been having is take away or leftover take away, and I wasn’t about to sit through a quick nuking of last night’s Chicken Tikka Masala again.” He shook his head. “She showed up an hour early and told my folks my flight had been moved up, and we have to leave like now—”

Annie chuckled because she could imagine his parents turning somewhat panicky at the prospect of their son missing his international flight. “Did you at least get a hug when you left?”

Kerry raised an eyebrow. “What do you think?”

“No.”

“Got a goodbye and see you in a few months and that was it.” He ran his finger around the rim of his tea cup. “Not that I was expecting anything else.”

 

You can bet that Annie had a light dinner with her family–who are an hour ahead of Vienna–before heading off to the airport, and she probably received a few hugs and maybe a kiss or two before leaving.  Kerry, it appears, was getting lots of leftovers, and he’d had enough of that crap that he begged out early with the help of his case worker.  Two years ago he probably wouldn’t have given a shit:  now he’s different, and being on his own and eating what he likes are his thing these days.  Oh, and the lack of affection thing?  Looks like someone’s got that covered, too–

 

She reached over and gently rubbed his hand. “Well, until you do return to Cardiff, you’ll get all the hugs you need.”

He smiled as he started at the table surface. “I’m gonna need a lot.”

“That won’t be a problem.”

“And kisses, too.”

She began grinning. “That can be arranged as well. Because—”

He looked up. “Yes?”

“I require all that as well.”

A tight smile formed upon Kerry’s face as he rocked his head back and forth. “Good thing we’re heading home”

“It’s good indeed.” She leaned over and planted a light kiss on his cheek. “I love you, Kerry.”

He returned the kiss. “I az te obicham, Annie.” Kerry took a slow sip of his tea before setting his cup down in a hurry. “Oh, I forgot—” He rummaged about in his backpack for a few seconds before removing a small, gift wrapped package. “Happy Christmas, Darling.”

 

What’s this–presents?  It would seem that way.  I’ll have more on that tomorrow after I write the rest of the scene.

It won’t be long before my kids are home . . .

Departures and Boardings

What was the soundtracks, Cassie?  Okay, there were three:  Duke and Selling England by the Pound, by Genesis, and then to change things up a bit, Remain in Light, by Talking Heads.  I realize that Duke is a repeat, but that’s okay ’cause I like it.

I’m gearing up to have my characters leave Schiphol Airport like nobody’s business.  I finished the business between Ms. Rutherford, my chaperon, and the headmistress of the school, then got the kids on the bus to take them to the plane.  Reason for that is the plane is not docked at one of the gates, but is sitting on the tarmac all by its lonesome.  Don’t worry; I know where, and I know I can do it.  If you look at the airport on Google Maps–and I have–you’ll see where one can do this.

I’m moving into a long scene here–really, a bunch of scenes.  I’m considering just stacking them together in one text box, or just setting up a card when I need it and stacking it under the main scene that I pretty much just finished.  I’ll know how I want to do it by tonight; it’s not a big deal and I’ll have it worked out probably before I finish my walk into work.  Scrivener will let me do it however I want, so no big deal.

Within the end of the prior scene I pretty much gave the names of everyone who will be at the school, save the few who are traveling on this particular flight with the headmistress and the students.  Those few people will turn up in a few scenes, and then I can get this plane in the air and the show on the road.  Believe it or not, a lot happens in the air–well, maybe not a lot, but enough.  Then it’s two more scenes, what I hope is an awesome ending, and Chapter Two and Part One will be history.

I’ll also be about twenty-five thousand words into the story.  Oi.  Wordy sucker, I am.  I’m already close to a third of the way to fifty-four thousand, and I’ll hit that point tonight.  Given the way my daily totals are going, I will end up low nineteen thousands tonight, and skip over the twenty thousand word mark Friday.  Twenty-seven thousand is my half-way point, and I can see hitting that by Sunday.  If I’m not writhing in pain on the floor by that time, that is.

Soon my characters are off to their third location, Boston, which is just a stop over.  Though Salem and Rockport, then on to the big enchilada, and I can settle down for some good times.  And probably wonder just how big this sucker will be.  I know some scenes will be smaller, but at the moment I’m looking at a huge novel, and my inner editor is starting to nag me to cut stuff, or at least stop being so wordy.  And I know I have some long scenes ahead–

Like the one I’m in now.

Don’t worry, I’ll figure this out.  Imma writer.

Daily word count:  2,137.  Total word count:  17,167.