Marissa Lingen (mrissa) wrote,
Marissa Lingen
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Incidental Meme

C.J. and I had lunch at First Course today, and I had their pumpkin soup with apple cranberry walnut salsa. Oh my. Oh my oh my. I'm still enthusing at that soup 8 hours later. timprov thought I should let you Minneapolitans know of its awesomeness in case anybody else was into the idea of it. (First Course is on fifty-mumble and Chicago.)

Stella did a meme the other day with what she was doing N years ago. I like that one. I have journals back to '97, though, so....

Ten Years Ago...
I was a high school senior. My driver's license was fairly recent. (Yes, cringe away, some of you.) I had not yet settled on a college, but I had done all the initial college visits I was going to do. I had picked a major already. I had met my advisor. scottjames and the rest of our symbiotic AcaDec geek crew and I were preparing an excessively Monty Python-referential trick-or-treat room for our high school's trick-or-treat event. I saw "Young Frankenstein" for the first time.

Seven Years Ago...
I was in my junior year of college. markgritter was in his first year at Stanford. Exactly seven years ago today, I was returning from a visit to him out there and reading James Morrow's Blameless in Abaddon. (Specific journal quotes from seven years ago are a bit more personal than I intend to get under the circumstances, thanks.)

Six Years Ago...
Senior year in St. Pete, MN (in the Minnesota River Valley, up on a hill, for those of you unfamiliar with the geography). "The fog never really cleared today, nd the edge of the next hill faded off into the sky. It didn't suit my mood at all; today I've been a psychotic spotlight, throwing things into high relief and then suddenly moving on, like an electron, here to there without between." Six years ago I still felt like a physicist internally, but I was finishing short stories a lot more, and a lot more successfully. My first two light-of-day short stories are from this period.

Five Years Ago...
First year of grad school with UC-Davis and Lawrence Livermore. Had started working on Fortress of Thorns, my first light-of-day novel. Lots of quasi-coherent Fortress snippets. Also, "Come back, little idea, come back...I will feed you and nurture and snuggle you and keep you forever and stuff...."

Four Years Ago...
First year of full-time writing. Was on the home stretch with The Grey Road, my second novel (that will ever see the etc. etc.). Mostly The Grey Road scenes (I was writing everything longhand then). "I let that idea set while I made the cornbread and ate dinner and finished The Martians and bought Erica's wedding present, and after all tht it seemed like good one still, probably even better, so off I go with it." Certainly, if an idea can survive cornbread....

Three Years Ago...
I had started my first online journal, so you can see for yourself. I had recently broken my ribs coughing and was scary-skinny for my bone structure. (Due, I will add lest any of you decide to worry additionally about me, to illness, not due to messed up body concept. Although it did reset my notion of how much of me there should be, so even though I realize that my sick size was sick, dammit, not at all healthy or appealing, I still feel a little weird this way.) I was already working on something I was calling "the Not The Moose Book" and am now calling Thermionic Night, Sampo, and the as-yet-unfinished Midnight Sun Rising.

Two Years Ago...
I was home here on a visit (so no online journal), and my folks were up visiting us during our visit. And Andrew was visiting his folks here, so we met up at Rosedale. There was much visiting, in short. And Paul Wellstone had died very, very recently, and we were, oh, more glad than I can say that we were home for it, because it would have been too much to bear, to be in California and not know half of what was going on and not have anybody else walking around in a haze of shock and grief or even polite respect. It was yet another thing that brought home to me how much I belonged here and not there in California. Big shock. We were about to go to World Fantasy Con.

One Year Ago...
"Also, I just want it known that the Not The Moose Book is going to be hideous to edit, and I'm going to ask for pity at least once and mercy at least three or four times, and that will be before it leaves this house. The up side is that I once again feel like I will get this book to the editing stage with all its attendant begging." Yep. I was right. Here's the rest. I was overwhelmed with settling in and getting ready to host a housewarming party. Where I would meet porphyrin and Roo and Mike. When I was reading porphyrin's version of this meme, it startled me that she'd just started doing jewelry again a year ago, because in my head, Stella has always done jewelry. But that sort of makes sense, because in my head, Stella has always been my friend. So we know that "always" is equivalent to "eleven or twelve months" in Mrissaland.

My uncle Phil says "forever" is defined as the time between starting a program and having it load to functionality, or the time between clicking a link and having the page load, or the time between eating the last bomber bar and having a fresh pan baked. Maybe this is sort of like that.

Oh, and I feel much better than I did yesterday. Muchmuchmuch. Yay.

Still tired, though.
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