It’s the morning of the last day of 2015, and I have such strange feelings for this year. That’s because a lot of good happened, and a lot of bad hurt it as well. I finally came out completely as myself and spent nearly the whole year that way, while at the same time I was ripped up by emotions that nearly tore me apart. In other words, a lot of highs and a lot of lows.
The short and long of it: I’m glad 2015 is finally getting out of the way, and that 2016 is a much better year for me. There are a lot of things I’d like to do, and crawling out of depression whole is one of them.
One interesting things I read last night: two years ago yesterday saw the beginning of the scene where Erywin was introduced as the instructor of Formulistic Magic, and a certain Franky Smith outta Canada asked the Stupid Question of the Day that she was expecting: “Can you cook meth?” Of course she can, and she began giving him a rather varied history of all the way it can be done, telling him at one point that she needed great methods because she wasn’t about to “shake and bake” like one might do “where you live in the arse-end of Deer Bollocks, Canada”. I remember I had to do a lot of research on that scene, because there are so many different way of cooking meth, and I needed to make it look like Erywin knew how to cook. At least we know she isn’t afraid to call someone “bitch”.
But what about the end of this year’s writing, Cassie? Well, the current novel stands just short of two hundred sixteen thousand words. I was actually about one hundred thousand words further along in the other book after this much time, or so I believe: I’d have to go back and do some figuring to see if that’s true. I know I had one NaNo under my belt, and I wrote seventy thousand words in that sprint, so that puts me ahead about fifty thousand right there.
As it is on the downward slide with the book, and if things go well I could finish this up right around the time I started. Which would be good.
Let’s see how the meeting goes–or should I say, finishes up?
All excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Two: B For Bewitching, copyright 2015 by Cassidy Frazee)
The Chief of Security stood facing the students with her hands behind her back. “As you’ll both be within one hundred kilometers of the school, there’s no need to give either of you active tracking: we’ll know you’re the only ones in the air tonight. We’ll have the comms open the whole way save for when you’re resting—” She nodded in Kerry’s direction. “As usual, you’ll have access to the private channel, but you won’t be able to open it directly: you can only respond once we open the line.
“Tonight’s weather won’t be the worst you could experience, but it’s not going to be fun. Screen temps will be around minus three, but there’s a steady wind out of the northwest at sixteen kilometers an hour, and that’s gonna send the wind chill down to minus ten. Since flying anywhere near one hundred kph is gonna keep the wind chill around minus fifteen, keep in mind it’s gonna be steady all night.
“Because of the weather I want you—” Isis pointed at Kerry. “—to keep a close eye on her. You may be used to flying around in this sort of cold, but she isn’t, and things can start going sideways when you least expect. Something else to keep in mind: you’re going to be flying with overcast skies most of the night, so you’re going to get a lot of light reflection from the ground, and that will make observation from the distances you’ve normally flew problematic.”
Vicky stepped in and took over. “I want you to stay within three meters of Annie all night tonight. Keep yourself slight back, but we won’t say much if you get up along side. Just don’t get forward of her position, or look as if you’re trying to lead.”
Kerry nodded. “Sure. I know the rules.”
“I know you do. And I know you won’t do anything to compromise Annie’s flight.” Vicky addressed her other students. “You know the drill: we, along with Kerry, will monitor your vitals. If any of us see you starting to falter, you get on the back of Kerry’s broom and you both come home. And if you should feel that something isn’t right, you tell us, get on the back of Kerry’s broom—”
“And we come home.” Annie smiled as she nodded twice. “I understand, I do.”
“No need to drive that point home, then.” Vicky smiled at co-presenter, then back at her students. “Okay, Isis and I are going up to the Flight Desk. You can finish dressed and head outside. Once you’re both ready, Annie, you give us a head’s up and we’ll get stated.” She waved the holographic map away. “Our call sign is the same: your’s is Salem Night Solo.”
Annie nodded as she stood. “Understood.” She began gathering up her winter gear. “We should be ready in five minutes.”
“Sounds good. See you on the flight line.” Vicky tapped Isis on the arm.
“Have a good flight tonight.” Isis followed Vicky out of the room, leaving the door open.
Kerry slipped on his leather comm helmet and fastened it in place. “Nervous?”
“Not any more than usual.” Annie put on her comm helmet and rolled her balaclava over the top. “Are you’re going to be nervous flying close to me?”
He shook his head as he shrugged on his coat. “We’ve done it before—and I’ve done it with others at night.” Kerry half-zipped the heavy coat. “Nothing out of the ordinary.”
“Good.” Annie moved up to Kerry and kissed him on the lips for a few seconds. “Then let’s do well tonight, my love, so you can get more of those when we return.”
He returned the kiss and slipped into a hug. “You certainly know how to give someone the incentive to do their job right.”
That Annie: finding time to kiss when she should be getting ready. Then again, she may as well get those lips warmed up now, because it’s likely they won’t be warm for some time after this moment.
The kids handle this like it’s no big thing–just gear up and get going. And that’s exactly what they’re going to do, because they both do like to fly, and Annie loves her flying the most when she’s with her soul mate.
And in a few minutes they’re going to be alone under the night skies of Gloucester, Salem, and Boston. If there were ever a time to feel as if you are the only ones in the universe, it’s coming up.