Just so that gushy love life post isn't the top post...

Paul and I broke up last night. He initiated it. There were lots of tears involved.

I'm not typing out the whole thing (yet, anyway) because I already did that once, but tl;dr: He felt like I wasn't being emotionally satisfied/was happy not to be single anymore/didn't care about him in the same way.

And if you saw me go through that box of tissues, you'd know how not true this was.

But before I contact him again for friendship purposes, the following needs to happen:

1. Get into some therapy. A lot of the issues he saw were caused by my personal issues, which are improvable. (Mostly anxiety and worry and not all that much practice in relationships) Which leads to...

2. See someone else. Date, one-night stand, whatever. I can omit this if at least nine months pass and we happen to run into each other for NaNo stuff in 2013.

So that's that.
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nanowrimo: in soviet russia

A wild post appears! (or the real reason I was late to EWW)

Word count: 100043

Hi. Update on the whole love life thing and some other things too. (No, really. This was supposed to go up on the 12th. I started writing it after EWW. It did not go up then.)

Chris and I went to Atlanta Streets Alive and geocaching a couple of times in October, once in my neighborhood and again the next weekend to try to be first to find a cache. We missed being the first to find by a few hours, though. Sad. The second geocaching trip resulted in a lot of teasing and innuendos, which only turned into more teasing as the day went on. During the last geocache quest, we were both on our knees looking for the cache, and he jokingly pushed me back. This wound up pushing me back, and he helped me up, which led to more innuendos and flirting.

After finding the desired geocaches and stopping by a Wendy's for food, we went back to my place, where some fooling around commenced. We did talk a little after the fact, but honestly, this was more of a one-time thing. And I'm okay with that. He's also not a Wrimo (though he does think the idea is neat).

With that, on to Nano and my love life.

Paul is an Atlanta Wrimo who is a regular in the regional chat room, and we had gotten on well (in a friendly way) over the Internets. He showed up to the MARTA writein the first weekend of NaNo, showing up to Java Monkey before me. I passed him on the way in, put my order in, and walked back to the front to snag tables. It was nine, when the write-in was planned to start, and David said he was going to be late, but I didn't see anyone I knew there yet. When I walked back to the front as an attempt to claim tables, a guy with goggles and red headphones and a laptop looked up and asked if I was with NaNo.

Why yes, yes I was. And hello, cute person. We introduced ourselves (hello regular chat person!) and attempted to claim the couches in the front for our write-in. One woman was sitting there, and I managed to talk her into moving and letting us have the couches since we were expecting a group and she was expecting just one of her friends.

We wound up with seven at that write-in, and Paul and I definitely started catching each other's eye at that point, which continued throughout the day. We shared a big pot of tea at Zentea (we're both big tea fans), found ourselves talking a lot at the other write-ins, and he wound up going for sushi with David and Tia and another Wrimo we met at the write-in set that day. Yes, there were lots of sushi eating jokes. On the way back we talked about the idea of a Brick Store write-in and planned on doing so on Friday.

Well, Friday got moved to Saturday thanks to the Macon caravan writein at Tech, and we got flirty over the course of the week, which got interesting because neither of us took it to PM, so we couldn't get that obvious. At some point Paul asked me if I had invited anyone else. When I told him I hadn't yet, he proposed not having it as a write-in and having it as a time to hang out and take a break from writing. This was where I picked up that yes, he was asking me out, and I called him out on it. He replied that we could hang out and then I could decide afterward whether or not it was a date. Fair enough.

There was a lot of food talk throughout the week, and at some point talk of making a sandwich came up, and he said he would, if not on Friday (when he'd be coming to the Tech write-in) then on Sunday (where I talked him into going to EWW). He did in fact bring the sandwich on Friday; I reached the write-in venue around 6:15 and got a text from Tia saying she was at Tin Drum and I could join her if I liked. No one else was at that Starbucks yet, so I headed down the street and found Tia. By the time she got her food to go, just about everyone else at the write-in was setting up camp. Woot.

Paul did show up a little after seven with my sandwich. Grilled cheese. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. I've been looking for a really good grilled cheese since Andrew. By golly, I might have found one.

We wrote for awhile. Heather the forums mod beat me in a word war (though I did beat her in the two prior). She later started a shoutout thread for it. I am so amused at this. When the Starbucks closed we headed elsewhere on the Tech campus to write, where I discovered the wonders of a hot chocolate vending machine. I'm not kidding.

He and I wound up talking for most of this segment of the write-in instead of writing. Whoops? He took me home, we exchanged numbers, and that was that.

Until Saturday (the day after Friday, as a certain song has taught us). We wound up getting to Decatur around the same time and headed to Brick Store, where we got drinks and food and chattering the whole time before wandering around Decatur. He mentioned a moped shop nearby that I wasn't familiar with, so we walked around to there and back, which eventually led to arm-linking and hand-holding and his getting lost on the way back to where he parked (which I'm starting to suspect was intentional).

So where to next? Another bar was out since he had to drive eventually, but he had his laptop with him, so why not return to my place and write? This sounded like an excellent idea.

Spoiler alert: Not a single word got written.

I led him to the magnetic poetry set on the side of my fridge. This has become a thing for new people entering my place: make something perverted out of my magnetic poetry. He put "soon we" to start a sentence, and he pointed out that it had better implications than "soon I". I asked what kind of implications.

And then he kissed me.

One thing to point out: He is 6'6". Even though I'm certainly not short at 5'8" (which as we later discussed is above his shoulders and therefore an acceptable height), that's still a ten-inch difference in height, and it makes standing kisses difficult, as he pointed out. So we went to a chair, and when we discovered that it doesn't recline, I pointed out that yes, I do have a bed, so we retreated there, where the fun begins.

The night was punctuated by cuddles and middle of the night makeouts and more in the morning, followed by a trip to Waffle House where we became that pair. Yep. We stopped by Kroger on the way home to grab foodstuff so we could make something for Evening of Writing Wildly that evening and took a nap before making said foodstuffs. And uh, more stuff might have happened after that nap before we made the food and realized we were late to EWW. Whoops.

We did get there, though. I broke 70k there, ate a lot of yummy food, saw lots of wonderful Wrimos, saw Heather the forum mod god(dess) again (even though I just saw her on Friday), saw lots of other Wrimos, won some rubber ducks, didn't win any raffle prizes, and had a good old time. He left early since he had to work the next day (and someone called me out in chat PM for the kiss on the forehead), but David and Klepto and Tia and I went to write at my place for awhile after EWW ended.

And that's how I left singledom. He came over a couple of days later and I said, "So this ship is canon now, right?"

Yes, yes it is.

And that's part of why I've been so distracted this Nano and haven't been as ridiculous as usual. Heck, I failed miserably at 50k weekend this year and had several zero word days. It's a good thing I did 50k day again, yes (despite saying I wouldn't)? Especially considering the next 50k took 23 days to write?
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Word count: Somewhere around 71k

So uh, guess who's no longer single? :D

(No, this is not with the same guy as in the last post. I swear I have a post coming with all this.)

And now I really need to get going and out the door.
nanowrimo: in soviet russia

NaNoWriMo is in two weeks!


(That's pretty much all I have to say on that.)

I'm not MLing, not going to Night of Writing Dangerously, not doing 50k Day, not thinking of a second book, and not even setting a word count goal for this year until it feels right. I haven't even planned any write-ins yet, though that could change. In theory this means all the stress I had last year should be gone, and that's mostly the case. Any stress I have now isn't NaNo-related, and the things I am for sure repeating this year weren't causing significant stress.

Let's see how well I cruise through this NaNo, then.
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nanowrimo: sushimustwrite

NaNo fame is apparently something I have now.

I went to Atlanta Streets Alive with a friend from Reddit today. It was a lot of fun, but the event itself isn't what I'm writing about here.

I spotted a poetry on demand table at some point on North Highland Avenue, and won't lie--this was what I was looking forward to for the past day. These were the folks from Free Poems on Demand, and indeed, they would write a poem on the topic of your choice. So I went up to them and after struggling to come with a good topic, requested a poem on what it's like to be a food.

One of the poets noticed my NaNoWriMo messenger bag and we started talking about NaNo. I mentioned that I had done and won NaNo for the past ten years, and he asked what my username on the site was. I told him.

"Sushimustwrite," he said. "I've heard of you."


Yep, pretty much my reaction right there.

I got used to being recognized in my region and even at Night of Writing Dangerously, but out in the general public? Whoa, dude. I honestly don't know what to think.

The rest of the day passed. We wandered around, found the park in my neighborhood, wandered around more, and went to our respective homes. I came home, ate, and checked my email, Twitter feed, and NaNoMail. And found multiple messages in my NaNoMail that are best classified as fanmail.

So hi, apparently NaNo fame is apparently a thing I have now.

And by the way, here's the poem.
What It's Like To Be A Food poem

By Jimmy Lo
I see you eying
the fresh peel of my package.
In the language of modern consumption
I'm consumed with the possibilities
of the many ways to snap into a Slim Jim
Or break me off a piece of that
Kit Kat bar--or
the melt in yr mouth not in yr hand variety
of sexual innuendo that fills
my mind with the vaguest wish
to die inside the stomach of a whale
like some martyrannical version
of slowly wasting away,...
note to self

2012 Goal Progress

Now that we're almost a week into July, it's time to look at 2012 goal list and evaluate my progress.

0. Get a more stable job or at least turn what I’m doing now into a stable business.
I had a full-time job as a teacher for a few months, but that was temporary in nature due to the school year ending. This means it's time for the shameless plug. Why yes, I am available for work: writing, editing, community management, tutoring, and other exciting things. In the not so far future (I hope) there will be a page on this site for working with me.
1. Rewrite the first 2010 NaNo.
Haven't looked at this at all. Oops.
2. Do some kind of physical activity every day. (I’ve been doing well on this so far, believe it or not.)
I was doing great at this for awhile and then... stopped. Granted, I walked a lot when going out anyway (consequence of not having a car), but unstructured physical activity was my aim here.
3. Launch the first Wikiwrimo Writing Month (February!). I’m writing the page for this right now.
Check! And completed!
4. Be more social outside of NaNo. This may mean (gasp) interacting with non-Wrimos.
This wasn't a quantified goal, but it's definitely safe to say that I've been more social than I was before Nano 2011, both with Wrimos and (gasp) non-Wrimos.
5. Get my finances straightened out.
Still working on this.
6. Do Wikiwrimowrimo, NaNoEdMo, Script Frenzy, Three-Day Novel Contest, and NaNoWriMo. Maybe I’ll do a Camp NaNoWriMo session too if I come up with a plot. (Holy balls, my late winter/early spring is going to be ridiculous.)
Wikiwrimowrimo: Check! NaNoEdMo: Definitely flopped on that one. Script Frenzy: Check and won! The other two have yet to happen. I also attempted Camp NaNo as a rebel but didn't reach 50k. It's the first OLL challenge I haven't finished, but to be fair I wasn't doing it the pure way anyway, so I'm fine with it as long as I can get a hold of the certificate and winner icons for Wikiwrimo purposes. August, maybe?
7. Go on a date. Note that I said go on a date, not get in a relationship. I am perfectly okay with this one date goal.
I can't hear you over my laughter regarding my progress here.
8. Learn to cook better.
I've made a little progress here but am still nowhere near my ideal point. I can flavor things!
9. Install that home server. Also, if I do get a new laptop, finish The Longest Journey and install Linux From Scratch on the old one. Because I can. :D
Haven't worked on any of this.
10. Read 25 books I haven’t read before.
Guess who decided to read the Game of Thrones series this year? I started in mid-January and am halfway through the second book. In July. Part of me is tempted to give up so I can move on to other books, but that's its own post.

So all in all... I haven't made as much progress on writing this year as desired, but 2012 hasn't been bad so far. More hours in a day would be great. There's a Kickstarter campaign for that, right?
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amélie: people > gnomes

The past few months in bullet points

*Wrote a radio play that will eventually be a stage play for general consumption. It contains gnomes and time travel and is pretty spiffy if I do say so myself. The reason it’s getting readapted is because the gnome interacts with himself from the past, and this is hard to convey in a radio play format. I didn’t discover this until oh, halfway through April. I did win Script Frenzy by writing thirty pages in the last day while setting up writer camp in Inman Perk. There was red velvet ice cream involved, and it was delicious.

*I taught in a classroom! A real classroom! Thanks to my tutoring I got a job teaching math and science in a middle school through the end of the school year. The not so good thing about this is that the school year is over. But boy, do I have a lot of stories.

*My life has taken a turn for the social in recent months. This is why I’m rebelling for Camp NaNoWriMo and writing 50k of whatever I please, most notably catching up on ALL THE JOURNALLING. Also so this can count toward my word count.

*Thanks to QS and @mermaidpants and my own notebook-buying habit, I now have no reason to buy any more notebooks until at least this time next year. Half my bottom bookshelf is crammed with blank notebooks. I also have no reason to buy more tea until I drink some of my own supply. This gives me a really good reason to drink tea every day now that I have more time to do so. Turns out making loose-leaf tea at work isn’t as convenient as bagged tea.

*I met people from the Internet! And saw people again! Namely seeing PearlRose86 and Sachula and re-seeing Cosmam and Raquelin and Francis. And I’ll have an Alok again this upcoming weekend (as well as having him over Easter weekend), so hooray!

*Also, Atlanta Film Festival and fun times. There was a lot of good stuff playing there, and someone recognized me there a few weeks later at a Screnzy write-in.

That sounds like the big stuff. Still thinking of the future of my blogs and how to consolidate them, and unsurprisingly have still come to zero conclusions. Alas.
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Dear world, stop hating me.

First, I'm feeling loads better, so thanks for the well wishes.

But I got home today, did some things, and made a sandwich. I ate the sandwich and some chips, and about halfway through eating those chips I noticed something feeling funny with one of my teeth. Specifically, the tooth I had a root canal done on... five, six years ago? felt like it was chipping. Oh boy. Why couldn't I have noticed this while I was back at the parents' house? At least then I could have gone to the dentist up there as well. Sigh.

So tomorrow I'll call around and see about this.

ALSO, I have a student loan payment due in April.

And eventually I'll get the bill for that emergency room visit. I filled out some forms as an attempt to help out with the bills before I left, so we'll see how that goes.

Oh, and I haven't done my taxes yet. Not that I'm expecting a big fat refund, but they do need to be done.

I could handle one of these, but all of them at once? Seriously?! I made it through February (which turned out to be pretty great, by the way) only to make March the month of woe. And the Ides of March aren't even here yet. Oh boy. It's like the world is testing my ability to be an adult here.

At least Script Frenzy starts in a few weeks. I'm way behind on Edmo, though.
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The pain turned out to be a ruptured ovarian cyst. Lovely, right? At least it's not as bad as it could have been.


I stayed with the parents last night and will be back in Atlanta tomorrow. Yay.


The puppy has adopted me as her new favorite person ever. Dad is still cranky and mad at everything. So really, not much has changed.


But I get another night with the puppy. Yay!