The Stroll Back: The Old and the New

How goes it all this morning?  I’m down to the coffee shop for, well, coffee and a bit of tea ’cause I can’t handle caffeine like I did once.  After I finish up here I’m gonna grab a bite then head for the rink for a few hours of skating before going back to the apartment and working on a rules test.  This derby thing is like writing: it doesn’t seem to end.

I didn’t get a chance to see The Shape of Water yesterday: when I arrived at our little art theater that’s showing the movie people were lined up outside the building waiting to get tickets, which is something I’ve never seen happen there.  It looks as if I’m gonna head over there tomorrow afternoon to watch it, as nearly everyone will be at work and I’ll have most of the theater to myself.  I’ve had a couple of people say they loved the movie and one friend who said she was extremely disappointed with the final product.  Guess I’ll see how it comes out tomorrow.

Now, this writing…

Believe it or not I finished Chapter Twenty.

Put your month on “believe it.”


It only took exactly 600 words to get this scene in the word bank and put a “First Draft” on everything.  Which means it’s on to Chapter Twenty-one and some crazy shit–yeah, you have to trust me on this one, ‘kay?  But for now we’re gonna pick up where Annie and Kerry left off with their conversation–which… well, you’ll see.


(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017, 2018 by Cassidy Frazee)


“Probably because she wanted us to have this moment.” He sighed as he glanced off into the woods to his right. “I’ve a pretty good feeling we won’t remember any of this conversation tomorrow.”

Annie had been prepared to say the same thing and felt that since Kerry had vocalized her feelings there wasn’t any reason to speak on that matter. There was one thing, however… “It makes you wonder if this has happened before?”

Kerry swung Annie’s and his arms as the History and Arts Building came into view. “I wouldn’t want to know if it has. And I’m guessing if it did, it happened for good reason.”

He pulled Annie to a stop and looked about as if he were seeking someone; when he did speak he didn’t seem to be addressing anyone in particular. “If you are doing this, I get it: you don’t want us to know we’re helping one of your sisters. Otherwise, we’re gonna spend the next twenty or so years obsessing about the meeting.” He turned to Annie, though he was still speaking to the unseen presence he was certain was watching them. “If possible, though—can you clue us in the next time you do this?” He laughed and did speak to Annie this time. “Or maybe she has, yeah?”

Annie took both his hands and gripped them as she smiled. “It’s possible. Let’s hope if it has happened, it was for good reason.” With that said, she pulled Kerry along into and through the History and Arts Building, Åsgårdsreia Tower, and to the North Entrance of the Great Hall.


Not only are they accepting of the idea that they’re likely not going to remember the current conversation they’re having, but their starting to believe they may not remember the one they’re having now come the morning.  While I won’t say if Ol’ Phee has scrubbed their memory on past occasions, I did leave a slight clue in this last vision that indicates they may not remember everything that’s happened to them.  Needless to say, this may not be the last time this comes up for questioning–

Now, let’s move on and see if there’s anything interesting happening in the Great Hall–oh, look!


They walked into the Rotunda and headed directly for the stairs on their right leading to the First Floor and the Library, where they’d decided to spend some time on research before dinner. They were about to enter the Library when Annie stopped, her eyes focused on the video message board above the door. “What’s that about?”

Kerry scanned the messages on the board. “You mean the recruitment night?”

“Yes.” She glanced his way. “What’s roller derby?”

He thought for a moment before answering. “Did you ever see Whip It?”

Annie gave her soul mate a semi-puzzled look. “Is that a movie?”



“I thought we might have seen it together.”

She shook her head. “I’d remember if we did.”

“Oh, yeah. Well…” He appeared slightly embarrassed as he scratched his head. “Roller derby is girls on skates going around a track, with one team competing against another. The idea is for each time to score while, at the same time, preventing the other team from scoring on them.”

Annie raised her brows as she tried to imagine Kerry’s description. “I’m not visualizing this.”

“It’d probably be easier to show you the movie.” He scanned the announcement. “The movie takes place on a banked track, but this says it’s for girl’s Junior league flat track.” He nodded a couple of times. “I’ve seen video of that: flat track games, I mean.”

“You have?”

“A couple of times.” He chuckled. “Usually when I’m up at night and I’m lookin’ through YouTube for something interesting.”

“Humm.” She took Kerry’s hand. “It’s next Thursday night.”

Kerry heard something in Annie’s voice he’d heard many times during the last two years. “You thinking about going?”

She waved open the Library door, pausing just long enough to turn to Kerry, a slight smile on her face. “I might. I mean, it could be interesting. And you know me.”

His head tilted slightly to the right as they entered the Library. “Oh, do I know you—”


And there you go: I’m bring Junior flat track derby to Salem–something I’ve already got worked out–and Annie seems… interested.  Because why would I include this shit if she wasn’t going to be interested.  I mean, I guess Kerry could play if he wanted–

But I don’t think he’s ready to make that switch.

Yeah, I know what I did there–


The Stroll Back: What, Who, Why

Here I am and, believe it or not, it’s Excerpt Time!  Really, I started working on the last scene of Chapter Twenty and decided, hey, it’d be nice to put out what I wrote tonight before I go to dinner.  So here it is–

Although I have to talk a little about my league’s Recruitment Night on Wednesday, which went really well.  We had about 15 people show up and if the last Recruitment Night is any indication, we’ll end up keeping about a third of them.  I wouldn’t use my Recruitment Night as an example as I’m the only one left over from that evening, so here’s keeping our fingers crossed.

We had so many new people come out we didn’t have enough equipment for them all, and a couple of the OG removed their gear and loaded it out.  We also got buddies that we are to stick with and help through the process of leaning to become a derby girl, and mine is Niki, who was really shaky in skates at first, but managed to make it through about half a pace line before rolling off to rest.  I’m looking forward to seeing her again on Monday, and do Fresh Meat practice on Tuesday.

Oh, and we got a group picture, just like last time.

Who’s that green haired woman on the left? She looks fetching!


Yeah, there I am on the left with the white socks.  Geez, I gotta fix that this weekend.  Really.

So, excerpt time.  The kids have left Memory’s End and are heading back to The Pentagon.  And they’re talking.  About?  What do you think is the topic of discussion?


(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017, 2018 by Cassidy Frazee)


They were on the long path back to the History and Arts Building, perhaps midway between the paths leading to Orchestra Hall and Gwydion Manor, before Annie decided it was time to speak about their vision. Since leaving Memory’s End Kerry hadn’t spoken once, but it was easy for Annie to see there was not only something on his mind, but it was disturbing him. “My love?”

Kerry continued looking straight ahead as he answered with his own question. “You don’t believe about what I said concerning Precognitive Amnesia, do you?”

“I believe it’s a real thing, otherwise Deanna would have called you out for lying.” Annie rubbed her fingers against the palm of Kerry’s left hand. “I don’t believe that happened to us, however.”

Kerry nodded as he slowed his pace. He looked about to see if they were alone, then continued. “When Deanna asked if you knew knew who the woman was, you said you couldn’t remember her name—”

“That’s correct.”

“But do you remember what she was?”

At that moment Annie realized what Kerry was saying. “Yes, I do—the same as you. You know, don’t you?”

“Yeah.” He looked straight ahead for a moment before glancing back at Annie. “You want me to say it?”

The corner of Annie’s mouth curled upward into a smile. “You know what I’m going to say—”


Well, dammit, then say it!  Stop playing this out!


“I do.” He gave Annie’s had a squeeze. “She was one of the Seven Sisters.”

Annie looked off to her left. “It was.”

Kerry swallowed once. “Did you try to say that when Deanna asked?”

The response was quick. “I did, but I…” She cast her gaze downward. “I couldn’t.”

“Neither could I. And since I didn’t think I could convince Deanna that I did know who it was, I just couldn’t say the words—” He signed. “I brought up the Precognitive Amnesia. I knew she’d believe that.”


If you need a refresher, someone mentioned that there are seven really powerful spirits located on different continents and that they go by the name The Seven Sisters.  Is there one in North America?  Surely you jest:


The feeling that the name was just on the tip of her tongue, but she was unable to speak, had bothered Annie tremendously when they were being questioned. Now that they were finally able to discuss the matter, she felt a way of relief. “I’m glad it wasn’t only me.” She looked back to Kerry. “It felt just like the day after our E & As.”

“Yeah, wonder why?” Kerry chortled as his mouth turned upward in a smirk. “I mean, who here at Salem would have an active interest in keeping the mention of a hugely powerful spirit out of our conversation with the school seer?”

The answer to that question was easy for Annie. “A concerned family member?”

“That’s my guess.” A loud exhale slipped from between slightly parted lips. “Why would she do this?”

“Because if we do meet with one of the Seven Sisters in twenty years time, it’s because something bad is about to happen.” She half-turned to Kerry as they continued walking.

“Why else would a spirit gust as powerful as The Phoenix appear in the Physical Realm so they could speak to a couple of humans in a restaurant?” Annie’s exhale was as loud as Kerry’s. “As you said, we were being called upon to save the world—”

“Which, if you think about it, is a scary thing if something like The Phoenix needs help from us.” Kerry chuckled again, but this time he sounded far more upbeat. “I think she’s letting us have this conversation now.”

“I do as well.” Annie tightened her grip around Kerry’s hand. “But why?”


The kids are thinking that, yeah, they did meet up with one of the Seven Sisters, and Sister North America–aka, The Phoenix–is jacking their memories around.  Because… well, it’s what she does.

At least that’s what the kids think–

For now.

Back From the Vision: When Reality Strikes

Wow, another excerpt!

Yep, it is.  And not only that, but I finished the penultimate scene of Chapter Twenty and I’m ready to set up some stuff that will likely come off being a little strange and unusual, as well putting the story off in a direction far different from what I’d envisioned years ago.  But that’s how stories go, right? You evolve, they evolve.

But before we get into that, would you like to see a picture of me with a mask?  Sure you would–only it’s not that kind of mask:

Okay, I've got my mask: let's cook! I mean, paint! #HARD #PaintTheWFTDA

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Next Monday the team is gonna tape down the floor at the rink and repaint the outlines of the WFTDA track, and since I’ll be in a room with paint fumes I was told if you didn’t want to smell them–or get light headed as fuck from them–it was best to get a paint mask.  So I did.  And there it is.

And if you don’t believe that I’m not going to lay a few Breaking Bad lines down when we’re painting, you don’t know me…

Yeah, I’m for sure saying this.


Now, about Annie and Kerry–

Yeah, they had a great vision, but they’re forgetting parts of it for some reason. So lets go back to the part where Kerry thinks he has an answer:


(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017, 2018 by Cassidy Frazee)


No one said anything for at least ten seconds as the implications of the latest revelation were considered. Kerry was the first to break the silence. “Precognitive Amnesia.”

Deanna shifted on her pillow. “I have to agree.”

Annie glanced from her soul mate to her instructor. “What’s that?”

Once Kerry realized Deanna was allowing him to answer, he spoke. “It’s from one of the books you had me read when we were A Levels. Sometimes you have a vision of an event that’s so big, it’s like you’re not supposed to have seen it, you know? So your mind started shutting down you memory of the event—” He glanced over to Deanna. “Though some seers say it’s not your mind affecting you, it’s really reality stepping in and making sure you have no recollection of the event.”

“I happen to be one of those seers.” Deanna folded her hands in her lap and intertwined her fingers. “I think it’s more like a mild case of Blowback, with your memory taking the brunt of damage instead of your body.”

“That’s kind of how one book put it: you mind takes the hit and scrubs your memory.”


And there you have it: sometimes you have such a big vision that Reality steps in and says, “Hey, you know what?  There are some things people were not meant to know–and this is one of them.  Sorry.” And then you suddenly begin forgetting shit.  At least that’s what Kerry and Deanna believe.  Although–


Annie still found the answer a bit nonsensical. “I can still remember parts of the vision, though.”

“But not the important parts.” Kerry leaned closer to her. “We know we visited that town before, right?”


“What’s the name?”

Annie pondered the question for a few seconds before answering. “I can’t remember.”

“Same here. I can’t even remember the name of the café now.” He shrugged. “It’s the same thing as having an extremely vivid dream: while you’re dreaming you’re certain that you’ll remember everything, then you wake up and…” He held up his hands. “You can’t recall anything but a few moments.” Kerry looked at the floor. “That’s what’s happened to us.”

In that moment a quick chill ran through Annie. It wasn’t that she’d never experience Blowback before: in the years before coming to Salem she’d had spells go wrong and hurt her, and a few times during the last two years she’d taken a couple of hits from Reality. Now she understood that Reality could come at her and render her incapable to remembering things—and she wasn’t enjoying the feeling. “It’s a bit unnerving. I mean, we know something important is going to happen—”

“You mean you’re going to save the fucking world?” Deanna smiled when Kerry winced. “Again?”

Annie couldn’t help but smile at Kerry’s discomfort. “Yes, that. But now, to have everything just fade away—”

Deanna gave her student a concerned look. “Annie, think about it. If you are going to become involved in something that incredible, do you really want to spend the next twenty or thirty years worrying about what comes next?” She shook her head. “I know I wouldn’t.”

“Neither would I.” Kerry sat up, looking a bit uncomfortable. “Just knowing we had this vision is enough.” He let out a long sigh. “Professor, do you need us to stay for the rest of the class?”

Though she was about to release both students, Deanna found it a bit strange that Kerry was asking if they could be dismissed. “No. You’re both free to leave.” She didn’t move as both students stood, gathered their things, and left the room hand-in-hand with only a goodbye once they were at the door. Though she suspected both kids were somewhat bothered by what they’d just discussed, their auras painted a completely different picture. Something’s bothering them both—and I have a good idea what that is


–It may seem as if Kerry is starting to thinking differently, and maybe Annie’s there as well.

And as soon as I write the scene you’ll know what that thinking is.  I think.

Back From the Vision: ¿Que Otros Cambios?

And a good morning to you!  Yes, it is morning, and yes: I’m down to the coffee shop writing again.

Do you need proof? Here it is.


Yes, I decided to haul my ass out of bed and head down to Little Amps and get a cuppa while writing.  Because staying cooped up in my apartment was getting old and it helps to get out and have a little human contact, even when the ten minute walk to the shop is done in 12 F/-11 C temps.

But that’s not the only time I’m getting out.  Later today I’m going skating–again!–and as I mentioned in yesterday’s video post, I’ve been hard at work over at Planet Fitness doing HIIT–High Intensity Interval Training–and working on some moves to help with my 27/5.  Which I posted about on Friday–


I was referring to a video posted by one of our refs, Registered Curse, showing how to strengthen your left leg so you have more power on your crossovers while skating through the turns.  The video is below:


But enough of the workout and skating shit–let’s get to the writing!

Yes, I’ve continued into the last scene we had where Annie and Kerry were describing their vision to Deanna. We know it happens at some point in the future and my kids have grown up and are–well, they sure as shit aren’t the same kids we know today, what with their different hair styles and tattoos and piercings.  But those aren’t the only different things where my kids are concerned–


(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017, 2018 by Cassidy Frazee)


Though she found the conversation interesting, Deanna wanted to move on and point out something that concerned her. “From listening to what was said, it seemed as if you were meeting someone and that you were having a conversation.”

Annie nodded. “Yes, we meet with a woman.”

Deanna paused for just a moment. “Did you realize you were speaking throughout most of the vision in Spanish?”

Both children glanced at each other, with Kerry answering. “No.”

“You didn’t realize that at all?”

“No.” Annie shook her head. “It seemed like we were speaking normally.”

“You were, but when you were having your conversation, nearly all of it was in fluent Spanish.” Deanna finally sat down on one of the big pillows. “Felisa was translating at first, then I brought Sabrina online and had her translate.” Felisa Ledesma, a Blodeuwedd from Coatzacoalcos, Mexico, was the only member of their level who spoke fluent Spanish.

Annie shook her head a couple of times. “I know some Spanish, but I wouldn’t say I’m a fluent conversationalist.”

“I know uno, dos, tres, stuff like that.” Kerry shrugged. “That’s about it.”

“For now.” Deanna leaned forward. “As you said, Kerry, you have no idea what you’re going to be like in twenty years. If you both continue on your current path, as Guardian operatives it’s likely you’ll become fluent in several languages others than your own.”

Annie and Kerry once more exchanged glance, both knowing there was a certain modicum of truth to the seer’s statement. Besides her native language, Annie was fluent in English, French, and German, as well as knowing a bit of Spanish as well as a few phrases in Esperanto. Though Kerry was only fluent in English, he was picking up Bulgarian and Gaelic quickly and knew as many Esperanto phrases as Annie. Neither discounted the possibility that with another twenty years behind them they’d develop a fluency in several more languages.

“Tattoos and languages.” Annie’s chuckled quickly became a laugh. “It’s somewhat comforting that we’re going to change as we grow.”

Kerry nodded. “If we didn’t, we’d be boring, yeah?”

“Most assuredly.”


Now we learn that the kids were se hablaing that Español like it was no big deal and everyone heard them speaking that way.  Which has to be a bit of a freak out ’cause right now neither kids is convenient in the language, so hearing them carry on that way shows that, yeah, they were channeling a version of themselves from the future.

In this segment we finally discover that Annie is fluent in four languages and it working on two others, while Kerry is busy working on three others.  It probably won’t be long before Kerry becomes fluent enough in Bulgarian that Annie and he can carry on a conversation, and who wants to place their bets now that these two become the first of their level to start chattering back and forth in Esperanto?

All this news is great–but what about this women with whom they were speaking?  I’m sure the kids have plenty to say about her:


Deanna wasn’t as interested in their future growth, however, as much as she was interested in the contents of their vision. “Concerning this woman you met, did you know her?”

Annie looked up. “Yes.”

“Who was she?”

Annie’s mouth opened slightly before she froze. She started off towards a corner of the room before leaning forward slight. “I—”

Deanna turned her head slightly to the left as she furrowed her brows. “Annie?”

Without looking directly at Deanna Annie began to slowly shake her head. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know what?”

“I can’t remember her name.”

Deanna turned to Kerry, who also had a puzzled look upon his face. “Do you remember?”

He shook his head. “No. I mean, it’s like I know her, but—”

“You can’t come up with a name.”


Deanna tried another tactic. “Do you remember her appearance?”

Kerry searched his memory but shrugged after about five seconds. “I know she was a woman; that’s it.”


She shook her head. “No. Other than being a woman, I can’t recall any details.”

No one said anything for at least ten seconds as the implications of the latest revelation were considered. Kerry was the first to break the silence. “Precognitive Amnesia.”


For the first time they get into describing their vision and… they can’t remember something.  Or, should I say, someone?  And what is this Precognitive Amnesia?  Well, it’s–

You know, it’s something for another time.

And that time is coming soon.

Drill and Drill Again… Again

It’s been a long day and the post I hoped to get out earlier is–well, here.  Late.  Crazy late.  And I’m typing like made ’cause I’m on a time table.  So bear with me…

I talk a lot about derby practice.  I even show you video of what I do.  But what does practice really look like?  I mean, how does it come out in the long run?  What exactly do we do when we’re in skates and geared up?

Glad you asked.

Last Wednesday I manged to get some great GoPro footage of our practice.  Not just a few things here and there, but damn near the whole thing.  And I thought that rather than give long explanations of what’s going on, I figured, “Why not show what I go through?”

So this is what you’re getting.  Basically, this is all the practice–save for the cardio warm up, which was 40 laps and about 12 minutes of fast skating–that I experience, as seen through my eyes. You’re also going to hear what I hear and pick up on some of the instruction that’s given to help me improve.  You also get to hear some of the shit we talk back and forth between us, which can be somewhat amusing.

Let’s begin.

Part of this you’re already seen.  This is a long drill where we weaved up through a pack, then weaved back, then shot up the outside to return to the front.  Like I said, it’s long, but then so are all these videos.  This, like a lot of the things we do, is a timing drill:


You’ve also seen a little of this:  the blocker/jammer pace line where one person blocks the way through the pack so the jammer (your partner) can get through.  This is where I fell and someone tripped over me, but that was as shortened version of this drill.  Here is the full one, and it’s–you guessed it–long:


Here we get into our blocker/jammer drills, going two-on-one and three-on-one against a jammer.  This is where I’m told on several occasions about things I’m doing wrong and how to correct them.  The guy giving the instruction is a ref, Ted Nuisance, and he’s really, really good at what he does.  A lot of stuff happens fast–you’ll see:


This is an extension of the three-on-one drills, with us adding a pivot, who is on the same side as the jammer.  The idea here is for the pivot to move blockers out of the way and help the jammer get through the pack.  That’s why you’ll sometimes see a person with a stripped pantie on their helmet moving people aside.



This was something that Bi and I got into with Mary–she’s in the white helmet–explaining how bridging works and how to use it to run a jammer way back away from the pack.  She wasn’t present the day we practiced bridging, so this was her chance to learn.


There you have it: quick, dirty, to the point.  Don’t have to read much, just put on the video and watch me go crazy.

Or maybe you’ll feel like joining me…

Drill and Drill Again

In the parlance of a time gone by, I am burning the candle at both ends.  As of last night I’d attended five practices in six nights and last night I felt it all:  no energy, no strength, no nothing.  I made it through the evening, but only by doing simple stuff I need to develop for certification.  No shame there: it happens.

One of the reasons for feeling this way has to do with the practices I attended on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday nights.  Video is coming for Tuesday night, but today you get a real good first person look at my Monday night practice, because I had the GoPro fired up and sitting pretty on the helmet.

Let me take you though an evening…

First up is cardio.  I edited this video as cardio lasted 12 minutes.  What we did was this–  First, it was skate 5 laps, then stop and do 5 push ups, then follow that with 5 squats.  And when you finished the squats, repeat the whole sequence until the 12 minutes were up.  For the record I did 21 laps, 20 push ups, 20 squats, all of which you get to see from my point of view, including the floor going up and down as I do push ups.


This is the longest of the videos here because this was one of two pace lines I did that night.  It runs long because we skated about 30 laps, or just a little more than a mile.  Since we did two of these that means we skated two miles, and when you add in the cardio laps the total comes closer to 2.75 miles.  I think with all the skating we were pretty close to three miles on Monday night.


You’ll see me get knocked out of line at least once: that’s because I took a good hit and was sent flying.  It happens to a couple of other people, too, and it’s one of the reasons I was sore on Tuesday and unable to go to work.  That and the videos that follow this one.

You’ll also hear a lot of calling out and talking, because that’s how we’re supposed to be when we’re in a bout: shouting out instructions to our teammates.  While skating and pushing.  And while you have a mouth guard in place.  Yeah, easy as pie.


This was the only video that survived the line spin/apex jump part of the drill.  Unfortunately I can’t see if I’m recording or now, so I have to hope I have the camera in record mode.  The only thing that survived was this spin where I go between the outside line and a cone and spin around the moment I reach the cone.  Later I actually managed to cancel out the spin and skate away backwards, but not in this video.  I also didn’t show an apex jump, which involves jumping over the inside line in order to get away from blockers on the inside line.  Maybe next time.


Now we come to the blocking and jamming.  This video shows an example of how this drill should go, as I was standing on the inside of the track watching this go down.  What my teammates do when they come back towards me is known as bridging and designed to keep people in contact with the pack while, at the same time, forcing the jammer to run way back from where they were knocked out and return to the track. (In the rules the jammer has to return to the track behind the player who knocked her out.  If that player is forty feet away, they have to skate back in the out-of-bounds area forty feet before reentering the track.  Otherwise the jammer gets a cut track penalty and spends 30 seconds in the penalty box.)

Then I go up, as jammer, against a block.  Most of what I do is push them down the track before going out, but afterwords Mary, Panzer, Smack (the women from left to right), and I discuss what happened and discuss a little of what to do and what not to do–like, don’t grab an arm, because it can lead to a penalty and other things…


And here are those “other things”… this is what my arm looks like after the Wednesday night practice, showing what happens when you grab:


Lastly I went out and jammed again three experienced players, aka the OG.  As you see they spend time knocking me out and forcing me to come at them again, but eventually the drill is called and we go back to let another group try.  While inside my coach Blade comes over to talk about what I’m doing.  She told me Wednesday night she thinks I’ll eventually take over her position on the team, being the one who is big and has the power to hold a block and jam through one if necessary.  Considering she’s retiring at the end of this season, she probably believes I’ll do this next season, and really, I hope that happens…


Now you know why I’m tired and sore.  And tomorrow you get to watch me crash and burn…