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

Ah, and Sleepy Hollow Rewrites

First off, a great thank you to all who sympathized with me over my computer issues from Monday evening.  Though I have replied personally to some, the fact is my hard drive I thought was having a problem wasn’t, and everything checked out nicely.  There were no errors, I was able to remove the corrupted document, and writing was back to normal last night.  Hurrah!

"I smacked you down, evil disk error!  Now, where was I?"

“I smacked you down, evil disk error! Now, back to the madness.”

All is cool, and with coolness comes writing.  Speaking of writing . . .

Friday is finished, but that doesn’t mean I’ll post a Rebecca Black video to drive you all crazy.  (Though she did do another tune called Saturday, and since I have one more day of school to write about . . .)  It means all I have left is one chapter, maybe six scenes, maybe twelve thousand words, and that’s it, that’s Wrap Time.  And if the word count is correct, I’ll end up just short of one hundred and forty thousand words.  Not bad for the first third of a novel.

I’m insane writing this much–entire Harry Potter novels weren’t this big.  But it’s the story, and I’m sticking with it.  I’m certain that once I have everything set up and described in the first book, any and all others that come afterwards will be far shorter.  If I can write like that.  I usually can, but I’ve a whole hell of a lot of people to get onto the stage to show around.  And I introduced the last character with a speaking part in the book–the librarian, Mr. Parkman–so no more characters showing up in this act.  Won’t see any new characters until Act Two, and that’s a promise.

So I finished up the scene with a touch over a thousand words, then updated my PAV list, because there will be some flying in the next chapter and I need additional models to throw around–one of them being the Witchy Poo, but that only does a walk on–and then . . . then I went back and reread a part I’ve been meaning to reread for a while–

Kerry’s Evaluation and Assessment.

Is there a reason I wanted to go back to that?  Yeah.  Something that happens in that E&A actually shows up in Act Three of this story, and in a way it’s connected to something that happens in the next Foundation novel–what?  You thought I wasn’t planning ahead?  Silly you.

As I had time I went back and reread, and edited as I went along.  There were a few things that needed cleaning, including one phrase at the end of the scene that made no sense in hell whatsoever.  That does happen from time-to-time with first drafts–

"No, he doesn't magically make an AK-47 appear and then blows away the adviser away.  It's a P-90.  Remember, he's a Stargate fan."

“No, he doesn’t magically make an AK-47 appear and then blows away the adviser away. It’s a P-90. Remember, he’s a Stargate fan.”

There wasn’t a lot of things I needed to edit.  There were a few misspellings, and a couple of things out of place–originally I had Kerry and Doctor Grey, the adviser, sitting in chairs facing each other, but in the edit I put a table between them, because that made sense, particularly for what follows.  I changed a couple of things around, and revised something he told the adviser because, in the Midnight Madness, he tells the same story to Annie, only with a bit more detail and a lot more crying.

Therefore, I have a new editing status.  When it’s not a work in progress, when it’s not a first draft, it’s a revised draft.  And since I may go through and edit more than once, it’s a revised draft first pass.  And it is the first to get my little seal of approval.

"I remember when you were just a work in progress."

“I remember when you were just a work in progress.”

And the title of the post?  Kerry spent the first part of his life in Sleepy Hollow, California.  Yes, it does exist, and there are no headless horsemen living there.  Yes, the town where his grandparents live, Marrionwood, is a real location, and the towns are pretty much right next to each other.  And if anyone ever asks him, he could tell you that he once rode his bike down to one of the neighbor’s houses, some guy that lived about five miles away if you were willing to head over the hills.

Sure, he never actually got into Skywalker Ranch, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have pictures.