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So, Lori, since your partner and it seems half the known universe is doing NaNoWriMo, and you're a writer too, we thought we'd check in -- how's the writing been going lately?

Well, um, I finished a chapter of the Project last night! I think that means I've hit the halfway point. We will not discuss how long I have been working on this Project. We will say that our New Year's resolution had been to get to a completed draft by the end of the year, but I was excused from this when the first lawyer letter from the ex-housemates arrived on our doorstep. See if I make any resolutions ever again. It is now my goal to get to a complete draft by the time I go to grad school (assuming I get in), a promise I made to my friend Bill, who knows from direct if secondhand experience exactly what graduate school can do to a schedule.

And I have another project that I'd like to get some quality time in on, one I started at the SF Literation Front: "The Future A-Z." SFLF members will recognize the title. I just gotta come up with twenty-three more entries (at minimum)...but for some reason those seem to have been born best under intense deadline pressure (i.e. I tended to write them about three hours before our group met), when I would become totally unhinged and lose all inhibitions and this weird yet compelling stuff would just pour from my fingers.

So maybe when I am procrastinating on writing-for-pay, I should work on these pieces instead.

I think part of the problem is that I haven't quite worked out either my schedule or my work environment here in the new place yet. But I'm getting there.

Strangely, it doesn't feel as weird as it usually does when I'm not writing much. I don't feel itchy and uncomfortable and clogged. I just feel busy. Am I busy?

Housewarming Guests Beware

I bought little dried crab snacks at the Japantown supermarket (formerly Maruwa, now some name that starts with an N) today.

These crab snacks are actual whole small crabs, dried and seasoned. Legs and all.

imnotandrei and I actually had a little tug-of-war over whether I was going to be permitted to bring these home. "You really want them, don't you? You're going to gross out our guests."

At least one guest has already said, and I quote, "Ew! You know I'm going to have to try them."

I promise not to inflict them upon the unwary or uninterested. I promise to have vegan food available too. I promise I will behave myself and not create a food art centerpiece with the crabs showcased.

I promise to eat one myself.