There is this thing called “Real Life” that gets in the way of what writers do for either a living or for free. That was pretty much me yesterday, as I spent most of my time out on the road until about seven PM, at which point I was completely out of it in terms of having creative juice left to stir.
First off, I walked into work in a pair of shoes I shouldn’t have. This means I was in pain by the time I got there, because of really large blisters on my heels. Which I popped at work, which came back as I walked home. Which means by the time I treated them at the apartment before heading off for my appointment means I was in a lot of pain and having trouble walking. Like I am this morning. They’re sort and tender and . . . yeah, you get the idea.
But I have good news on the medical front. My prolactin count has peaked–that’s one of the new hormones I’ve got stored inside my body–so no need for an MRI, my blood pressure was down about twenty points, and “the girls”, as the doctor calls them, are still growing and firming up nicely. It’s good news all around.
The drive out to see my doctor is long; the drive back, longer. Which means by the time I reached The Burg I was pretty burned out as far as getting anything done was concerned, and I didn’t get into the novel until after eight PM. Closer to eight-thirty, actually. I didn’t feel much like writing, but I wanted to keep going as I’ve been going because, well, writing. You want to get back into that grove, that rhythm, that pops up when you’re starting a project. You get to writing, not making excusing.
I managed a little over five hundred and eighty words, and here they are: my kids back together again.
(All excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Two: B For Bewitching, copyright 2015 by Cassidy Frazee)
After lunch the urge existed to find things to do, but as Annie said, “We have plenty of time in the future to sightsee—I’d rather be with you.” That was what happened: they left the Pret a Manger and headed to Russell Square park and wandered about there for a while before returning to the tube station and taking the Underground to Lancaster Gate, across Bayswater Road from Hyde Park and Kensington Gardens.
They headed over to the Kensington Gardens side of the park and walked hand-in-hand. They walked south past the Italian Gardens and along the west side of the Long Water. They stopped at the Peter Pan statue and lingered there for close to twenty minute nearly alone. The cool, rainy weather kept people indoors, and there were few pedestrians to cast wondering glances at the young couple walking close together, their hands intertwined.
They deviated for the lake’s shore and headed inland, standing for a while inside the Queen’s Temple when a light rain began to fall. Kerry finally chose this moment to ask Annie about how she ended up coming to London for Lunch.
“She visited Sunday.” Annie leaned against the wall catty-corner from where Kerry stood. “My mother and her spoke for about two hours while I was out at the Lake House; Helena made a point of insisting they speak alone.” She set her hands behind her back and shook her head. “I should have realized she was planning something.”
“I watched your dad race Sunday.” Kerry had streamed the British Grand Prix from Silverstone that day.
“Yes, he came in fifth. I watched it later after he returned home.”
Kerry couldn’t imagine Annie sitting with her father watching a race, but he had no reason to believe she’d lie. “You think your mom and Helena were talking about lunch the other day?”
“I’m not sure. Mama said they talked about what I’ve done in sorcery and some of the thing Helena planed for our B Level, but that was probably just a small part of what they discussed.”
Kerry thought that was likely true as well. He couldn’t see why Helena would discuss sorcery with Annie’s mother and not have her present as well; it was completely unlike her. “I take it she showed up today?”
“Yes, right after lunch. She spoke with my mother for a few minutes, then came up to my room and said she was taking me to lunch, and told me I didn’t need to change my clothes, because where we were going the weather was similar, and that she’d return later.” She repositioned her hands before her. “So I only nibbled until she returned.”
He nodded. “Was your dad there?”
“Yes, he was.” Annie grinned. “He knows Helena by reputation, and was cordial to her. I think having three sorceresses in the house made him nervous.”
He almost laughed thinking about her father—whom he’d never met—trying to remain casual while Helena and Annie’s mother chatted before Annie joined them. He has to know just how great a sorceress she is by now. “Hope he wasn’t too scared.”
She looked down at the ground for a moment. “He survived the experience.” Annie reached out and took Kerry’s hand. “It’s turned to mist; I want to walk.” He followed, a large grin stretched across his face, as he loved walking in cool mist as well.
And he liked it even better walking along with Annie.
I should mention that I also spent about half an hour looking though Google Maps and checking out Underground routes just to get those first three paragraphs right. I could have spent less time, I admit, but I was tired, and it was a nice diversion to keep the mind semi-sharp. And I like maps.
What will today be like? I’ll find out soon enough.
So will my kids.