Sunday, March 17th 2002 - Intoxicating Meet-a-versary
Heh, when I update only once a week, I don't have to change the day of the week when I copy the old entry . . . No, no, I am sorry, guys. I really mean to update during the week, but it doesn't seem to be happening. Part of the problem is that I'm very busy during the day and I really dislike being on the computer in the evenings (when I would write and/or upload entries). The upside is that I love, love, love my new job. In fact, I have moments where I have to shake myself and remind myself that I'm not dreaming. Yes, last Thursday I got paid to sit and read "How to Write a Dirty Story" for most of the day (the rest of the day I wrote a review of it and the "Notes from the Book Buyer"). That's not a typical day (dammit), but I am still getting over feeling guilty when I sit and read at work for hours at a time. It's awesome. Kinda rambly tonight, so try to stay with me. Let's see, most of last week I was the bitch from hell, so you're glad (really) that I wasn't ranting here. Unless you're like me and kind of like bitchy entries (a la Nick Mamatas who fills my wicked heart with glee and laughter), in which case, sorry. Stick around, I'm sure I'll be bitchy again soon enough. La la. So, yeah, bitchy most of the week, much to the dismay of my sister and Tim, who literally have to live with me. I snapped at David for not saying anything positive about "Famishing" other than "I like it; it's a good story." - stuff which is fine to say to me unless you're sleeping with me (or have slept with me recently) or related to me; you people have to provide the kudos or tell me the reason why! Ahem. I apologized later; we went over the line edits on a bad night, and I was disgustingly unappreciative (at the time) of his lovely clean up of the nitty gritties that my eyes just glaze right over during proofreading. Lord, are my sentances even *parsing* this evening? Friday was the last day of bitchiness, but it was a doozy. Money is the big bug-a-boo around here, what with having to buying plane tix to Wiscon soon and me still getting over being unemployed for 2.5 months last fall . . . anyway. So, to make myself feel better, I went to work out after work for a long, looong time. I usually do about 20 min of cardio, but Friday I went nuts and did about 45 minutes total (and could barely walk later that night & Saturday; sigh). It did the trick, though; I had the endorphins pumping and was cheerful enough all weekend. I also had lots of energy on Saturday; this result of a hard workout I've noted before and it seems counter-intuitive, but since it seems to work, well, good. It should make me work out more often. Friday night a friend from Lothlorien, D'Jen, came over to visit for a bit. I'm afraid the extra energy hadn't quite hit yet, so I wasn't as chatty as I'd have liked to be. Still, it was good to see her, and besides, Holly has a closer connection with her and could easily provide our part of the conversation. It's neat to talk to someone about Lothlorien again; I'd sort of forgotten (or I just don't think about) what a magical place that is. Nice to be reminded. Saturday we sold CDs, both because I have LOTS of crap and also because I need the $$. Saturday evening, a party with David where I ended up wanting to leave before he did (a first if there ever was a first; David often ends up doing dishes to avoid the social aspect of parties). Whhooo, I'm a party girl. Today, though, today was the lovely day. One year ago today I hosted a Strange Horizons brunch for Nalo Hopkinson. Other than Nalo, the only other non-SH person was a writer we'd published and his girlfriend. I noticed him - I'd read some of his poetry before and had been suitably impressed; I also read his journal occasionally and harumphed along with the rest of you at his word counts. But the big thing was that he really, truly, noticed me. A week or so later I had email from him. He wrote good email. Heh. You know, it occurs to me that I probably never went into exactly how Tim and I met before, and I hesitate to do it now when I'm in such an abbreviatory mood. But, yes, one year ago today I met Tim Pratt and today he lives with me. We're in love. A year ago today I was lonely (though things were starting to look up); today I celebrated our meet-a-versary with Tim. So strange and wonderful, to have a boyfriend. Not just any boyfriend, either, but someone I can really relate to, who fascinates me and stimulates my mind (yes, yes) and fills my life with joy (most of the time). So cool. So lucky. We are, I know that. I told Tim that when we have kids we're going to tell them that we have to dress in green on March 17th to celebrate the day Mommy and Daddy met. When we go out in public, I'm gonna point to all the people wearing green and say, "Hey, look at how famous your Mommy and Daddy are! Look at all the people wearing green in our honor!" Yes, they'll soon learn the truth, and it's kind of mean, but, hey, Tim isn't going to be the only one who gets to to mess with our children's heads. Happy Meet-a-versary everyone!	Exercise Log: Worked out Monday and Friday. Friday I did 15 min of an aerobic class, 10 min on the treadmill and 20 min on the precor (with a fan at my back that made me not notice how hard I was working until I stepped out of the wind and started sweating like crazy). Followed that with 25 minutes of stretching which is probably why I can walk at all this weekend. Celebratory shagging. Writing log: Lord, little bits here and there. Revised "Famishing" and sent it to Zoetrope (who had, two days earlier, rejected "Secondary Situation"). Send "SS" to Iowa Review. Found some markets for "Statue of a Nymph" and "Undercurrent" (the latter having been at Rain Crow since July, but they answered the query telling me to hold on and reminding me they take simultaneous submissions, so). Was going to revise and type in the "Princess" story, which I have some fresh ideas about, but today turned into a lovely day with my boyfriend, and that's just fine by me, too. Current Publications: "How to Suck" reprinted in From Porn to Poetry: Clean Sheets Celebrates the Erotic Mind I'm currently reading: For Work: Nymph by Francesca Lia Block (Catching up here:) How to Write a Dirty Story by Susie Bright The Lazy Crossdresser by Charles Anders Books on Tape (usually while exercising): Fierce Invalids Home from Hot Climates by Tom Robbins.
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