I need new stuff. As much as I like the Cupid Shuffle, I’ve mastered it and it’s time to move on. And you’ve been meaning to do something nice for me anyway. Since you forgot about my birthday until it was too late. This is your opportunity to make it up to me.

It’s like method acting, but writing. I write angry scenes when I’m angry and happy scenes when I’m happy and, right now, drunken scenes after a glass of wine on an empty stomach. Good idea, yeah? I think so. But then again I just had a glass of wine.

A high school friend sent me some of his “extraordinarily short short stories” a couple weeks ago and I just got around to sending him feedback. I even wrote some extraordinarily short stories inspired by his and sent them back with my feedback. But I have been thinking for a while that I should get back to working on the longer piece I started more than a year ago now. (Mike Lawson was the original inspiration. He does national novel writing month every year. It’s in November. Oh my this blog entry is a bit scattered.)

So I want to finish my fiction manuscript before Jan. 1. If I stop responding to Facebook messages, stop following YouTube links, stop reading junky blogs, I think I could do that without disrupting my studies. So that’s the new goal. Life editing. I tell you, it’s great.

I’m looking for people to swap work with, share stories. Let me know if you’re interested. I’m planning on starting a small e-mail list for this purpose. More details upon request.

Ah, yeah. Looking forward to this project, to a lot of other projects. Excited about Halloween and Christmas and Valentine’s Day projects I thought of already now too. (I know, holidays are arbitrarily chosen, but I like them and I don’t care. Don’t over-intellectualize these things, okay? I’d eat brightly colored cookies any old day if everyone else would join me, but that’s not how other people work.)

So today, tonight, it’s sort of in-between right now… so right now, I’m enjoying the rain. I’m doing well, thank you for asking, and it’s just that sometimes I slip backwards and forwards instead of being in the now.

But the now is wonderful: it smells like roasting portobello mushroom and vinagarette and pine nuts, tastes like strawberry-sweet Riesling, looks like dim pink light in a nice little cafe in a comfy chair. And my nose is a little cold, but life is generally nice in the now. Even though I’m in the now a little lonelier than I usually am. Lonely can be good sometimes. It’s good for writing, and I do enjoy writing.

keeps… me… up… all… night. But ah, that’s why I’m here! Blogging… must… wait…

My new phone came in the mail yesterday.

Countdown until my number changes!

Which means you should drop me a line to get my new number if you haven’t already.

It’s a 585. Rock it, Rochacha.

Sure, sometimes new is overwhelming. But sometimes it’s pretty and red. Yay new phone!

Update: I (think I) sent a text to everyone in my old phone with my new number.

If you didn’t get a text, I either didn’t have your number in my old phone or you told me not to contact you because, you know, I killed your goldfish or slept with your girlfriend or lost your class ring/grandmother’s ashes/child while babysitting. (How many times do I have to say I’m sorry!)

So. If you don’t have my number and you should, I sincerely apologize for the mix-up and ask that you please send me a quick e-mail so I can remedy. Thank you!

So everything in my daily life is new and it has been slowly creeping up on me, the realization that it’s all permanent, and I do love new, but it can be overwhelming I think. I’m sitting outside because it’s sunny and hot and outdoors always looks pretty much the same to me. Some same something would be good right now. I can’t even think of what that would be though. I’d love to see my once cat. Or an old friend. Or something. Home, work, schedule, friends, clothes, laptop, radio, roads, all different.

I’ve been chastised for hanging out/sleeping in my car, but that’s at least a couple years old and the same. Right now, the most familiar aspect of my daily life. My car is a comfy happy place. It moves where I move. I had a hard time making myself get out of it after I got to school this morning. Which is so unlike me. I usually like new, new, new.

Unpredictable is the word of the day. Unexpected and changing and unreliable and maybe absurd are more words of the day. I’m just going to keep changing the word of the day today to keep with the theme of the past few months.

When I get some time, I’ll reread an old book.

Top search strings that people used to find my blog for the month of August:

1. glow in the dark tattoos
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14. celeste kidd
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16. black light tattoos
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18. dark tattoos
19. bad tattoo
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So the normal tattoo/smut searches, but I’m in there three times! I’m a little pink I think.

I know I need to update my blog, but I’ve been busy, busy, busy and I have my priorities. I’m reasonably settled, but settling in is just the beginning. More on sermon podcasting, tubing battles, rapid word learning, and insect consumption coming maybe eventually.