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I've learned that I can only carry so many regrets. Friends, lovers, the ones who slip away, the ones on whom passions turn, turning lovers to enemies.

Years ago, I was a person with no enemies at all. People walked all over me. The main thing I've discovered in my 20s is that sometimes you have to walk away to save yourself. With Ms. London out of my life, I find myself turning back to some of those once-loves. I guess I'm still an optimist....I still hope that lasting friendship is the ultimate end for all passions...

I've gotten back in touch with my old bestie...


She and I were so inseparable that people that I was dating her (technically, I was dating her roommate).....She was going through a breakup, took some stuff out on me, it got unhealthy, so I retreated..... Now, years later, I can't regret taking a break from her. It seems like we've both done some necessary growing up, and I'm loving having her back in my life. I was so tired of missing her.

She's really excited about my book....

She says that if I don't send out some queries this weekend, she will punch me in the vagina.

See? What are friends for?


I went to a reading for Isaac Marion, who wrote Warm Bodies, one of the best zombie books on the market (click over on the photo to my flickr and you can read all I wrote about that..)

He's just a dude, my age, but he happened to luck into a movie deal (a random producer found his short story online), and the producer has basically found an agent for him, leading to a publishing deal, etc. So he kind of lucked into it all backward. So I'm very excited for him, but frustrated for me....luck doesn't happen often.

I've been thinking about short stories....not really my medium, but a way to get a few publishing credits, which might build confidence from agents...... I just have no idea how to get into short story submissions. It's even more confusing to me than book publishing, actually!!

That is life in me-ville.

Tell me about another kind of life in a different place from here!