All On Me

And yes: I am doing a riff on an REM song title.  Watch the video and find out why!


My two jerseys:



Week of Hell

How much hell?  I guess you gotta watch the video to find out.  Enjoy!


Here’s the photo of Tarantula and me:


And here was me wearing my over-the-knee boots to work yesterday.


Laying Down the Future

Tuesday night was another night for laying out chapters in C For Continuing, but it was time to get down into the detail and look at what needed writing.  That meant opening up Chapter Twenty and setting up each scene that occurs–

But while I was at it I decide Chapter Twenty-One needed opening as well.  So I jumped in there, too.

When writing gives you two for one.


Chapter Twenty has four scenes.  The first, Seeing On the Ball, is the setup and happens in class.  Will anyone other than Annie and Kerry have visions?  Maybe.  Visions on Duty is the whole vision that the kids have.  Rather than embed it inside another scene, it gets one of its own.  Public in Private concerns Deanna discussing what happened from her point of view as well as learning as much about the vision from Annie and Kerry as possible.  The last scene, Wonders and Discoveries, is all Annie and Kerry discussing the vision as they return to the Great Hall because… well, just because, yeah?

I expect the first scene to be the longest, but none of these scenes should go longer than fifteen hundred words–maybe two thousand for the first one.  Even so, it’s setting up the chapter to be about five thousand words–which isn’t a bad average if you think about it.

Now, Chapter Twenty-One is a little different.  Personal Projections will take us into something that hasn’t been touched on up to this point–and that’s one of the kids attempting to perform an astral projection.  Preparing to Project is the setup and Walking On a Thread is the actual projection, which means–surprise!–one of both kids manage the spell.

Bu there’s Something in the Winds… remember how Deanna said there are things in the Astral Realm that people need to avoid?  Guess what?  We may get to see one of those things.  No matter what, Return to Base gets us back to the end of the session and whatever danger there was is likely gone and/or bested.  And we get to hear how the projection went, right?  I’m sure that will happen.

Since it’s likely I won’t head to practice tonight–the cold is trying to return and my back is still sore–I’ll likely map out Chapters Twenty-Two and Twenty-Three.  After I get some food in me and maybe take a nap.

Gotta be rested if I’m gonna think about the future in the past, right?

Seeing the Parts to Come

About last night–  Hey, that would make a good title for a movie or a book, yeah?

Anyway, as I said I would do, last night I began plotting out Part Six.  Well, not actually plotting it out: that requires setting up the scenes for what’s to come in the chapters.  But I’m getting there and I expect this week to see me finishing out the plotting, because these characters aren’t gonna plot this sucker out by themselves.

What do I have, then?  Well, for Part Six I’ve got this:

Lookie! It’s another part!


Part Six is Our Winter of Discontent and this is leading the kids into the last couple of months of school before Salem shuts down and 2013 becomes one with the history books.  So things are gonna start getting a little sticky for the kids and probably get a little worse as time goes by.

First up we have Public Visions and as I indicated, deals with Annie and Kerry doing a class exercise with Deanna and having a vision–oh, should I have said Spoilers?  Like you didn’t know that would happen.  Well, it’s coming next and it’ll be fun.

Then there’s Personal Projections.  What’s that?  It’s Annie-centric and all I can say is that she decides to do something she was told not to do, but you know Annie, right?  It’s also gonna be interesting.

Third up is Recruitment Night and this begins the creation of a derby league in Salem.  Annie’s off to become Fresh Meat and not turn into Rotten Meat like me, since I’ve been uncertified for more than six months.  My guess it’s quite likely that before you know it, she’s gonna be hittin’ bitches in the wall.

Just follow my advice, Annie.


And last is Racing Rudeness and hell, we know what that means.  I mean, it’s about time Kerry got into a wreck, don’t you know, and now’s the time to lay that on him.  Expect a certain soul mate to be pissed, too.

So that’s Part Six–

But wait!  There’s more!

Yes, I decided I’d lay out Part Seven as well because, well, I already had part of it laid out.  What’s that you say, Cassidy?  Yep, I did.  Because I’ve showed it to you before.

Part Seven is titled Travelogues and, as you might guess, it deals with traveling and the aftermath.  Like–

All this travel.


The first chapters is Yule in Pamporovo and if you don’t know what that’s about, you be trippin’.  Annie goes home for Yule and she’s got company, ’cause Kerry is gonna stay with the Family Kirilovi.  Kerry gets to see how Annie lives as well as having plenty of time to get to know his future in-laws.  Which is probably not a bad idea since he’ll likely see more of them than his family.

The next two chapters are Weekend with the Girls and The Polar Express.  The first is Annie going off with Helena to do some Guardian stuff while the second is Kerry going off with Emma to fly and freeze his butt.  If I haven’t made it clear up to now, both of these happen at the same time, so there won’t be scenes of Annie mopping around Salem wondering where Kerry’s at.  Which is for the best because who really wants to see that?

And last is Post Mortums, which deals with the aftermath of both excursions–sort of.  Kind of.  Maybe.  Things will happens that require discussion, so this is the time for that to happen.  And they will.

There you have it: the next few–or many–months of writing.  And what comes after that?

I guess I’ll have to plot it out.


The Riot Act

I’ve been off-line for a while on the writing: even getting a new post out on the blog has taken a bit more time than I’ve spent in the past.  Part of the reason is due to commitments at work, and the few I have within my personal life.  One of those commitments involves my participation in roller derby. and as of last Monday, 27 November, that participation took a new turn.  No, I didn’t do anything spectacular: on the contrary, we made a huge shift in the way things are handled at practice…

Our last main coach, Anita Blade, retired as of the end of the last bout back on 12 November and after that we began looking for a new coach, a search in which I had a bit of a say.  After a week we had the people who were going to lead us into 2018 and they agreed to take up the challenge.

And who are these crazy people who decided to take up the challenge?

The first was someone I knew from my time doing practices in York.  Madhouse Mexi agreed to step in and help Ida with training the fresh meat and getting them certified as quickly as possible.  Mexi’s a good person and I like her, as she’s also ready to step in and show you where you’re doing something wrong before suggesting how to go about fixing the problem.  She let me know that even though I still need to do my 27/5 to certify, there are a few area where I’m “deficient” and I’m likely gonna have to improve those areas before the certification goes in and my derby name goes on.  I have no problem with this: she’s the coach, she’s seen me in practice, and she probably knows me better than me.

But our new head coach is Roxie Riot, who has a long history with HARD: in fact, she helped get our league started way back in the early days.  Yes, she knows a lot of the “old school” stuff, but she’s also interested in bringing us into the current way things are being played, and we’re starting to see that in the way we’re drilling.

About those drills…

There’s a lot more urgency in our drills these days.  We get out on the floor and we work.  We’ll spend a lot of time working on something, then rush over to the wall and get a drink before getting back on the track.  And I do mean rush: these days we have 30 seconds to get over, grab a drink, and get back to work.  No more fooling around and bullshitting.  Even though it’s the off-season, it’s still time to drill.

So in last week’s practices, numbers 65 and 66, a lot of time was spent on skills and learning how to defend in a lane.  (Lanes are a concept that have become important in derby, with one imagining four lanes, 1 through 4 from the inside to the out, going all around the WFDTA track.)  The first Monday it was the skills sessions, with everyone showing what they could do.  This is the area where I need work, particularly in plows and in endurance.  It was tiring, but I made it through, and in a way parts of it were a lot of fun–while other parts were a complete pain in the ass and frustrating as hell.  Wednesday was more about footwork and learning to cover the track–

It was also where I got hurt.

It’s been a while since I’ve been hurt at practice, but last Wednesday, the 29th of November, just one day shy of six months I’ve been in derby, it happened.  I was up trying to guard the track and Mexi was skating as a jammer.  When she came at me I tried my best to get in front of her, or at least to her side, and block her, and at the last moment I sort of lunged at her and lost my balance for my troubles.  I went down on my foot, but as I hit the floor my body went backwards while my leg seemed to move forward–

My right thigh muscle pulled and I felt it do so from my hip to just below my knee.

It hurt.  A lot.  I knew I made a sound but I wasn’t aware that I screamed as I hit the floor, something that was confirmed by several teammates.  Roxie was standing next to one of them and she told me she heard Roxie say something like, “I hope that’s not a broken leg,” which, when I think about it, might very well had happened.

But it wasn’t.  I’d pulled one of my thigh muscles enough that he hurt like hell, but it was still in one piece.  As we walked off the floor Roxie asked if I could still feel the muscle as we walked and I told her I could.  She said that was good, ’cause if I couldn’t feel it that mean I’d ripped something and I needed to go to the hospital.

No hospital for me, however: just a lot of rest.

We made it through last week and this week–Practices 67 and 68, which I’ll write about later–and we’re starting to pick up a lot of things.  I’m also starting to get even more comfortable on my skates, and just the other day I was side surfing for a bit, which surprised the hell out of me.

Before you know it, I may just be out there doing something nutty–

Like playing.