The Last Laps: The Captains Three

After all the excitement of the prior night things last night, and yesterday afternoon, was pretty slow.  I stared the next scene and of course I was getting it started.  But start I did–

Just like Annie and Kerry I keep moving onward and upward.

Just like Annie and Kerry I keep moving onward and upward.

What we have now is the meeting before the race that had Kerry worried.  It doesn’t take long for him to find out what’s going on here:


(All excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Two: B For Bewitching, copyright 2015, 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)

After sitting with the rest of team in the main Flight School ready room, Kerry immediately noticed a few things. For one, Cernunnos, Åsgårdsreia, and Mórrígan were the only covens represented: no one from either Blodeuwedd or Ceridwen were present. He then noticed that Manco wasn’t sitting with them, and Nadine wasn’t with the other Blackbirds, and thorough check of the room show that Rivânia wasn’t sitting with the Åsgårdsreia Shield Maidens. Kerry took this all to mean that the team captains were off doing something together—or someone was speak with them privately.

Minutes after everyone was settled and quiet the back door to the room opened and Vicky entered with the three coven leaders close behind. However, they found chairs along the back wall and sat while Rivânia, Nadine, and Manco headed to the front of the room. Rivânia pushed the podium back against the wall and stood before it, while Nadine and Manco took up positions respectively on Riv’s right and left.

Rivânia cleared her throat before speaking. “Rather than have the coven leader stand up here and talk, we—” She indicated the team captains on the dais with her. “—thought it better to speak instead. This way, perhaps what is going to get said will make more of an impact.

“We all know what’s happening today; if you don’t, you have no business being here.” Soft laughter rippled through the room. “For the first time in a long time three covens are the clear contenders for podium finishes in the Team Standings, and the three teams representing those covens are here now. In addition, eight of the people in this room are in the Top 10, ten are in the Top 15, and five people sitting here pretty much have a shot at podium finishes for the Individual Standings.

“For the first time in a long time final standings are pretty much up for grabs, and that’s due to a lot of hard racing from nearly everyone in this room. However, during this last season we’ve also seen some real BS out on the course, and we—” She once more indicated the other two captains standing with her. “—are here to say that we will not tolerate any bullshit on the course today. Manco?”


So, the major concern here is the top three teams, and the fact that that a lot, if not nearly all, the top individual racers are sitting in that room, and as Rivânia points out, in the past there’s been some “bullshit” on the course between them during races.  With Manco speaking next, you can imagine that it’s only a matter of time before Nadine has her say, and it’s been shown she can get pretty colorful when necessary.

And in case you were wondering who all the top fliers in the room are, well . . . guess what?

I got them right here.

I got them right here.

We’ll get into this list a little more tomorrow.  For now just know they exist.

Rebreaking the Heart

Old Deuteronomy may not be moving slow this morning, but I certainly am.  It was something of a rough night, and it woke at my normal time this morning–which is to say around five-fifteen in the dark morning.  I didn’t even have the alarm set:  I simply got out of bed and started getting ready for my early morning breakfast dining.

I usually get into a smooth writing mood on Saturday mornings, but not today.  I spent about twenty minutes stumbling over a paragraph at one point, and figured getting some food for the week, along with returning home to write this post, was the order of the day.  Also, I intend to take a quick nap after I’ve finished here, which is something else I’ve done a lot of late.  I will write more this afternoon, but I’ve started the scene rather nicely:


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

Whenever they were home the Kirilovis set aside time for afternoon tea and snacks. It was a tradition that Pavlina and Victor actually started when they were together at Salem, taking tea together in the Cernunnos commons on Sundays when they weren’t out shopping or sightseeing. After they married they carried on the tradition, with Victor even jaunting home from racing practice to spend an hour with his wife.

Annie joined in the tradition right away, swaddled and held against her mother the afternoon after her birth while her parents enjoyed tea in the hospital room. As she grew older she continued enjoying tea with her parent, though during the summer it was more difficult for Victor to escape commitments, so afternoon tea often consisted of Pavlina and Annie alone.

Now that Annie was away at school the only time she could enjoy tea with her parents was during the summer and Yule holidays. Yesterday the Christmas Eve tea became a spectacular event, with four generations of her family sitting together for the first time in a decade. Today, Christmas, was far more intimate and relaxed, with Annie and her parents sitting in the dining room conversing over their ritual refreshments.

It was a relaxed affair: all were in jeans and sweaters while music played at a low volume in the background. As was usual Annie sat facing the window while Victor sat to her left at one end of the table while Pavlina sat at the other end on Annie’s right. Conversation was minimal due to so much being said the day before at dinner and in the aftermath of opening presents that morning, so most of the niceties related to those two events.

There was someone at the table, however, who had something she wanted to discuss—


Who is that “someone”?  Probably a thirteen year old Chestnut Girl.  What does she want to discuss?  Hum . . . wedding plans?  Nah, too soon for that.  I think we can guess what she’s gonna talk about–I just gotta write it up.

Also, an additional treat:  I’m gonna design Annie’s family home!  I actually did the design a long time back, but I’ve finally decided to give her house the three-dimensional treatment.  You’ll finally get a chance to see Annie’s private sitting area.

Now, onto something personal . . .

Sometimes I go back over old posts, and yesterday was no exception.  I was reading something I posted in April, The Quey to the Square, and it showcased two scenes I’d written the night before.  The scenes in question were some of the first I’d written for the novel, where we got to see Kerry on his summer holiday.  It had been a while since I’d been in the file from which the scenes arose:  the information from Scrivener said I’d last edited a particular scene on 8 July, 2015.

There was one part of the except that did something to me.  Let me show you what I was reading:


Erywin turned her head so she could see Helena. “Kerry informed me that he’s been to Russell Square before.”

Helena turned to Kerry. “Is that so?”

“Yeah. When Annie and I were doing our walking tour of London last year, we stopped here for lunch.”

“Oh? Where?”

“At a Pret a Manger.” Kerry stopped and took in the street, remembering that moment almost a year earlier when Annie and he were allowed to leave the hotel where they were staying, and she showed him around the city. “It was right across from the tube station, so if it’s there—” He turned to his left towards Helena. “—then the restaurant is right behind—”

Helena took a single step to her left, giving Kerry an unobstructed view of the Pret a Manger behind her—

Annie sat alone inside the restaurant at a table next to the window. As her eyes met Kerry’s, a smile etched across her face as she raised her right hand and waved.

Kerry froze, unable to react. He finally turned back towards the two women who were now standing side-by-side. Helena took Erywin’s hand. “As clueless as always.”

Kerry finally found his voice. “You guys—”

“I told you mother I was taking you to lunch—” Erywin leaned into Helena. “I didn’t say you were dining with us.”


It was the line that starts with the word “Annie” that got to me.  Just as I’m doing now I started crying.

There are times when I shouldn't re-read my own work.

There are times when I shouldn’t re-read my own work.

I’ve said before that these novels have, from time-to-time, touched me in extremely emotional ways.  At times it’s difficult to separate myself from a few of these characters, and it’s easy to say that there are times when my feelings parallel theirs.

Yesterday I was missing someone terribly, and reading of Kerry being taken to Russel Square to reconnect with the girl he loves at a place that is close to both of them, left me in a bit of an emotional funk.  I knew how he felt because I wrote those words with much the same feelings–only there’s no one waiting for me to show up for lunch.  Not here, and certainly not in London.  Kerry gets the girl; I only get to tell everyone about that event.

I am not my characters, but I know how they feel, because I feel for them.  It’s just that they usually get the happy ending–

And all I get is to sit here and make it happen.

Maybe one day I can change that.  Maybe.

Willkommen in Wien: Das Setup

Well, now, it’s Yule Time in my world at this moment, and it’s time for the kids to get away and head for home.  And as you’ve probably noticed, the bad German in the post heading means they’re going someplace where German is spoken.  If you’re thinking, “Berlin,” wrong, because you only need look at my layouts to know where I’m going, and know that Wien means something else in English:

This means nothing to me/Oh, Vienna

“This means nothing to me/Oh, Vienna.”

If you remember from last year–yeah, about that time–when Annie left for home sweet home at Yule, she jaunted into Vienna.  And by now we know why we’re going to the airport, because The Foundation loves using airports for something besides flying . . .


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

Bernice Rutherford entered the waiting area of the Main Foundation Jaunt Transit Center located twenty meters under Terminal 3 of Vienna International Airport, having jaunted from London to the public center under Terminal 2 only ten minutes earlier. She scanned the room—about twenty by fifteen meters, with the main jaunt platform in another room just beyond a glass wall—and quickly counted just under a two dozen people. She knew they were there for the same reason she was there: children were returning from Salem for Yule holiday, and people were on-hand to take them home.

A number of the individuals gathered in the waiting area were like Bernice: case workers there picking up, for the most part, A and B Level students, though a few C and D Level students were still in need of transfer from here to their homes. In some cases one or both parents arrived with their child’s case worker, but most were waiting alone like her, and would leave as soon as their charge was ready to depart.

There actually wasn’t a need for Bernice to be in Vienna. Her charge lived in the United Kingdom which meant she should pick him up from the transit center under Heathrow, but an email she’d received on Wednesday informed her that her charge was entering Europe through another station, and she’d formulated a good idea why there was a change of venue.

She spotted a somewhat familiar face in the crowd, and as she head toward them to make her introductions, she wondered if they knew of this change in plans . . . “Hello, Mrs. Kirilova.”

Pavlina Kirilova turned towards the young black woman and spent only a moment searching her memory. “Bernice Rutherford, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” She held out her hand. “We met in Amsterdam when your daughter returned from her A Levels.”


Here we are, and I’m starting out the scene with the point of view not from the kids, but someone close to one of the kids.  It only makes sense that if Ms. Rutherford is in Vienna she’s probably going to run into someone who close to the other one of the kids, and she wasn’t disappointed.  And that other person remembers who Ms. Rutherford is close to as well–


Pavlina smiled as she shook the case worker’s hand. “My daughter and someone else, I believe.”

Bernice tightened her grip on the purse handles around her shoulder. “Yes—someone else.”

“Is that the reason you’re here?”

“Yes. Kerry emailed me Wednesday morning and told me he was returning through Vienna.” Bernice watched the face of Annie’s mother. “Were you aware he was coming?”

“Yes.” Pavlina glanced over Bernice’s shoulder, then shifted her gaze back. “The last letter from Annie informed me that Kerry was going to accompany her to Vienna, and from there he was going to either London or Cardiff.” She gave a quick shrug. “I received her last letter yesterday morning, though, so I didn’t have a chance to ask more about the change.”

“Oh, I see.” Based upon everything Bernice knew about Annie, it almost appeared as if the young woman was trying to head off a conversation by waiting until the last moment to inform her mother than she wasn’t traveling alone. “You could have contacted the school yesterday and asked for clarification.”

A few seconds went be before Pavlina chuckled. “Doing that would have made me look like one of those parents who micromanage their child’s life—and one thing I learned years ago is that Annie does as she likes. Contacting the school to speak with Annie—” She smiled while slowly shaking her head. “Besides, I trust Annie’s judgment: it’s not as if she’s doing something one might consider bad—”

“What are you two discussing?”


Yes, Annie’s mom knows all about Annie’s, um, friends.  Her close friends.  Her soul mates, you might say.  And here we learn that Annie waited until the very last minute to tell her mother that, hey, guess who’s jaunting into Vienna with me?  Not saying that Annie is being a little sneaky, but (1) she could have mentioned this at any time weeks before, and (2) she totally is.

But there’s really no harm here, because Annie’s mom has met Kerry, and Kerry her, and since they’re both headed for Europe why not leave together?  Kerry would have to kill time before leaving for London anything–because of the time difference he wouldn’t leave the school for another ninety minutes–and maybe they both thought it best to remove Kerry from a place where (1) Annie wasn’t around and (2) a certain red haired girl might throw caution to the wind and try something really stupid, which would lead to (3) Annie killing said girl, or at least messing her up bad.

But wait:  who is talking here at the end?  Because it’s obvious they’ve interrupted Pavlina–


Bernice turned and found a man about six centimeters taller than Pavlina standing to her right with short-clipped dark hair and brown eyes. He was dressed simply in jeans, tennis shoes, and a sweater. He wasn’t wearing a coat, but that was to be expected if he’d just jaunted from a home.

He handed a small cup of steaming liquid that Pavlina accepted without question. She took a small sip and nodded her approval. “Thank you, dear—oh, nothing much.” She turned to Bernice as she motioned towards the man who’d just joined them. “Bernice, I’d like you to meet my husband. Honey, this Ms. Rutherford.”


Remember me saying you’re going to meet someone you’ve never really met before?  Who has only actually appeared in the novel once, way back in the very first scene I wrote, which was Annie leaving for school.  He’s actually never appeared in the excerpts, but now, finally, you get to meet him.

Welcome, Annie’s father!


The man held out his hand. “Victor Kirilov. Pleased to meet you.”

She shook his hand. “Bernice Rutherford. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She sighed out a breath. “And, if I may, congratulations on this last season.”

He appeared pleased. “We fought hard to reach third, so it was a welcomed podium.” He turned to his wife. “Did I hear you talking about Annie?”

Pavlina nodded. “Yes. Bernice is a case worker, and she’s here to pick up her charge.” She peered over the rim of her steaming beverage with large, dark eyes. “She knows Annie through her charge.”

“I see.” Victor turned to Bernice. “Are they someone in Annie’s level?”

Bernice fought hard to keep the grin off her face. “Yes, they are.” She shot a look at Pavlina, not certain who should be the one to do the reveal.

Annie’s mother saved her with a quick nod and a gleam in here eyes. “Honey, she’s here for Kerry.”

Victor required a few seconds before turning to his wife. “That Kerry?”


That Kerry?”  Sort of like, “That slime mold?”


“Yes, the one and the same.”

“Didn’t you say he lives in Wales?”

“He does, but apparently he’s coming home with our dearest daughter.”

“Hum.” He cast as quick glance in the direction of the jaunt platform. “I see.”

Pavlina smiled at the now grinning case worker. “I believe you will.”


Yes, I believe you will, Victor:  you will finally meet your dearest daughter’s one and only.  And he’ll get to meet you.

Yeah . . . this should be fun.

Mimsy Were The School Returns

Today is going to be a full day, with a lot of travel and meetings and even a little shopping.  I was supposed to do things yesterday–and I did, only not a lot of the things I wanted to do.  Life does that to you sometimes, and yesterday was one of those times.

Today I’m home, having put my shower and breakfast behind me, and I’m working on this post as I drink my coffee. In about ninety minutes I’ll start getting ready, which really means I’ll finish my daily routine, dress, and prepare my makeup.  After that it’s at least ninety minutes behind the wheel to go meet a friend.  A lot of time spent getting to and fro, but it’s all worth it, I assure you.  And getting out and about is a great thing.

Believe it or not, I actually wrote last night, and after putting thirteen hundred words behind me in the morning one would think I was finished for the day.  Well . . . I gotta make up for Fridays, so I started on Chapter Five and got my kids back in the Pond.  I’ve also made notes about what they’re going to do in some of the upcoming scene, and the theme of “We’re Different” pops up all over the place.  It’s already started with them and the other members of the Party of Five, with their relaxed moods and public displays of affection.  Yes, the kissiest of couples is back, and they’ll never let those prying eyes bother them.  After all, the whole school has seen them kiss on streaming video at thirty-three hundred meters, and that scene can be recalled for anyone to watch.  Oh, and there’s also in the Hall of Remembrance, too, for that, so just wait until the parents come calling to the school on Ostara.  Particularly Annie’s father:  “Anelie, what is this?”  “Nothing, Papa:  just Kerry and I kissing during the Mile High Flight.”  Yeah, Papa, just your daughter kissing, no biggie.  Ask any student:  they’ve all seen it before.

Yesterday, however, while driving a around, I started my old routine of working out scenes in my head and by “talking out” the dialog, and the one I was keying on the most was the last scene of Act One, which comes just before the Samhain Dance.  That last scene will more or less set the tone for the rest of the story, which isn’t a bad thing once you realize I’ll probably be sixty thousand or more words into the novel by that time.  (Probably more–probably.)  I was also working out a scene for Annie that comes in Act Two, and if you’ve ever asked yourself, “I wonder what a pissed-off Annie looks like?” you’ll find out.  It’s another of those scene that makes me wish I could draw, ’cause I would do this up right now if it were possible.

There will also be added scenes.  A couple came to mind last night, and as I pointed out with the first novel, though I have most everything plotted out, that doesn’t mean I won’t add and cut where necessary.  More than likely I’ll add:  just as the late night scene on the second floor was needed, I’ll need other scenes to build their characters.  ‘Cause I’m all about the characterization.

Time to get ready.  Time to think about what comes next in the story.  Time to ready myself to get to forty thousand words here soon.

It's all happening here, at the School.  Won't you come along?

It’s all happening here, at the School. Won’t you come along?

The Revise Side of Life

I know some of your are thinking you’re going to pop in here and discover a whole lot of stuff about these rune dreams I’ve been playing up the last couple of days, and that I’d have a whole lot of stuff word counted and ready to go for NaNo.

What I do have is a whole lot of almost nothing.

You see, it’s like this:  first, I had a hook up with some of my online friends.  They just happened to be in the area where my Panera is located (and should I be saying “my Panera”, but that makes me sounds like too much of a regular.  Well, the woman taking my order did have my ice tea glass ready to go . . .), and I couldn’t say no.  Right?  Right.

They even brought me a scarf.  Can't say no to that.

They even brought me a scarf. Can’t say no to that.

We were talking and talking and having a great time, and by the time they left for home I was there started to write–oh, and I had to post picture to the Internet.  I had to.  Don’t try to say no, Cassie, you didn’t have to, because you don’t know how the Internet works, do you?

So I make it home and someone I used to work with calls.  She needs someone to talk to because she’s suffering from depression and she’s looking for advice, looking for some comfort, looking for a hand to hold.  Given my life and my struggles, I’m not gonna say no, I gotta get to work on my novel.  I listened and we chatted and that was all there was there.  It’s an obligation one has to the human race that when you’ve received help from one person, you pay it back in kind for another.  That’s what I did, and I do hope I was able to help, and that the advice I gave put my friend’s mind at ease.

Now, I have been writing, but not a lot.  I mean, I hit five hundred words at Panera before I shut things down, but that’s not even NaNo Stylin’, if you know what I mean.  I’ve got maybe forty minutes to get my butt in gear and at least pop the word count over a thousand, perhaps get Annie’s rune dream written and get the kids talking about what it means.

Nope.  There’s a frantic PM waiting for me on Facebook . . .

Without going into any great detail again, a project for a group I’m part of went belly up due to someone’s sick computer.  Well . . . guess who was asked if they could step in and get the project going once more?  If you said, “Peter Capaldi”, because right now he’s got free time on his hands and would probably enjoy something like this, you’re wrong.  Oh, so wrong.

Tonight I have a lot ahead of me.  I need to start getting this new project together, which I can do while I’m waiting for dinner to cook.  Nothing fancy, just collect the data and getting into a Scrivener file.  Then, after I eat, jump on the novel and start getting the word count up.  I’ve less that fourteen thousand words to go to hit my fifty, I have ten days to get that done–and I’ll probably lose two of those days to travel to and from Indiana.  That means for the remaining days I need to get my two thousand words a day in, while also getting the new project edited–

Good thing I’ll not be doing much when I’m home.  Except seeing my therapist on Monday.  And visiting with a friend on Tuesday.  And Thanksgiving.

Yeah, I can do it.

And since you’re all so nice to me, here’s the opening scene for Annie and Kerry getting ready to rune.  Enjoy.


All excerpts, this page, from The Foundation Chronicles, Book One: A For Advanced, copyright 2013, 2014, by Cassidy Frazee)

Kerry flew his Espinoza over the southeastern shore of Lake Lovecraft, quickly cleared the body of water, and brought his broom to a hover in the clearing forming the northern shoreline. Annie hopped off as soon as her toes made contact with the ground, with Kerry joining her a few seconds later.

As he was propping his PAV against a nearby tree, Annie considered how accurate Deanna’s instructions had turned out. Kerry had asked about what happened with her, and he grew quiet when she told him they’d speak on the way back to the Great Hall. He’s listed to Annie when she told him what she was told about discussion the rune dreams, and offered the suggestion that he fly them there rather than walk. Since Annie knew his Espinoza could carry two people, and that he was a good enough pilot to have her ride passenger, she agreed to his proposal. And given that it was unseasonably warm—even now, a little after seventeen hours, it was twenty-seven Celsius—there was no need for them to change out of their uniform into something warmer.

Annie still felt uneasy about discussing her dream, but the more she considered the news that Kerry had a vision—one that Deanna said would tie into her dream—the more she agreed with the seer that a dialog was needed. In six month Kerry and she had progressed greatly in their relationship, but something remained between them, and Annie knew it was her unanswered questions about what they’d had together for years before—well, whatever it was happened in June last summer.

She wanted Kerry back—all of him. She wanted him to remember everything. Though it was possible her dream and his visions might push him away, the possibility existed that it would bring him closer—

She’d know in a few minutes.

Kerry stood facing Annie, positioning himself so she would have been on his left were they side by side. Even Annie had come to do this without thinking, keeping Kerry to her right. She didn’t think it strange or unusual that they did this, though she was aware that it was another thing that others spoke of often . . .

“Well, here we are.” Kerry looked around as if he expected someone to pop out of the tree line. “All alone.”

“Yes, we are.” Annie knew they were alone, and only one person mattered to her. “I don’t see any reason to delay this—”

“I don’t either.” He reached into his pocket and withdrew his rune. “I guess I’m as ready as I can get.”

Annie pulled hers from the small purse where she’d kept it since their first weekend at school. “As am I.” She transferred it to her left hand and slowly held it out for Kerry. She watched him do the same, ready to drop it in her right hand. “Ready?”

“Yeah.” He opened his hand and let his rune fall into her hand as Annie’s did the same. There was a moment where nothing happened—then both children recoiled a step as the enchantment that had held their tongues in check for six months vanished.

Annie closed her eyes for three seconds and let a wave of vertigo pass, while Kerry shook his head several times. Annie feared there was more happening with Kerry than losing the enchantment. “Are you all right?”

“Yes. Just—” He held the back of his hand against his forehead. “That was pretty strange.”

“Yes, it was.” Annie waited until Kerry appeared to return to normal. “Do you—remember anything?”

He shook his head as he stared at his feet. “It’s like it just came to me. Like it’s always been there.”

“I feel that, too.” Annie swallowed hard. “I suppose we should . . . start.”

Kerry chuckled. “How do we do that?” He gazed off over the calm lake. “Who goes first?”

It was a point that Annie hadn’t brought up during their walk from the Witch House. “I was told to go first.”

Kerry noticed Annie wasn’t her normal assertive self. “You okay?”

Annie wanted to admit she wasn’t comfortable, but she knew that wouldn’t help the situation. “You’re going to keep an open mind?”

“I always have for you—” He tightened his grin. “Haven’t I?”

“You have.” She let out her breath slowly. “This is what I saw . . .”


NaNo Word Count, 11/19:  736

NaNo Total Word Count:  35,464

Bringer of Makeovers

Really, I’m such a girl.  I know it sounds like I’m saying that with a certain amount of tongue in cheek, but I mean every word.

The more I delve into my femininity, the more it feels like I’m making up for lost time where womanhood is concerned.

I was going to get into some writing, I swear.  I had Scrivener up and ready to go; I had the scene loaded; I had the ideas in my head ready to come out.  And then . . . I started speaking with an online friend who I’m going to meet later this coming weekend.


A makeover.

For those of you reading this who are not of the female-type gender (and I’m trying to not stereotype here, because I know there are men who enjoy a touch of blush and eye liners now and then), a makeover is where you go and see someone who usually knows what they are doing when it comes to the application of makeup to one’s face, and they work on giving you a new look–which is to say they try a few different combinations of foundation, powder, blush, and stuff for your eyes (usually shadow, liner, and maybe a touch of mascara), to bring out your features.

Really, it’s quite enjoyable.

"You don't think people will giggle when they see you've make me look a bit like an Egyptian queen?"

“You don’t think people will giggle when they see you’ve make me look a bit like an Egyptian queen?”

I know it’s enjoyable because I’ve had a couple done already.  I’ve also had my brows waxed and a couple of weeks ago I went for a pedicure–which I highly recommend to anyone who likes a little pampering, and who wears sandals all the time during the summer.  This includes guys, because the treatment is good for your feet and nails.  The glitter gold polish is completely optional, however.

We started talking about what she thought she would try on me, and then we talked about eye liners, and then different eye shadows, and then we got to the nail polish, and before you know it I was talking about buying a pink wig and then looking for a Bohemian-style outfit to wear while we walked along Baltimore’s inner harbor.

By the way, I was digging the whole conversation, and there’s a very good possibility I’m going to do this pink haired Techno Girl thing (that’s what we called it) because it sounds like fun.  And who doesn’t need a little fun in their lives?

The upshot to all this is I never got around to writing.  Some times this happens because, as I’ve said, life gets in the way and you need to step away from the fantasy now and then.  Yesterday was a big step away, but it was still all good and well, because there was a lot of personal enjoyment to be had, and if you aren’t happy, then writing becomes just another moment in your unhappy life, yeah?

I don’t feel guilty; I’m beyond that now.  I need time for myself here and there, particularly with making videos all weekend and coming into Saturday morning with five thousand words written in four days.  Time to get back on that pace again and see what happens, especially with Isis standing in the middle of her fortress trying to right a wrong situation.

And then there’s Kerry and Emma on the ground . . .