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Better Note Keeper
Jul. 26th, 2023 01:09 pm I wish I were a better note keeper.
I just came back from a coffee date with Melonie, the mutual friend of Ember's who let me know of her passing. Because Ember's family is planning on having her interred in Ironton at a private ceremony, we are spontaneously trying to organize a more local celebration of life/memorial gathering for her Minneapolis/St Paul tribe. We may end up holding it at the Loft, believe it or not, because they have rooms for rent and it was, in fact, the place so many of us met for the first time.
As part of all this prep, of course, Mel is trying to gather mementos and memories of Ember.
I am utterly shocked by how little I have. I scoured through my emails and found exactly one thing in my gmail account, a meme she'd sent me, from I dunno 2007 or something which has ZERO context. Then, I thought, "Oh, of course, we knew each other BEFORE gmail was really a thing, so I should go through Hotmail." I called that up and found four, very cryptic emails, one of which reminded me that she and I went to the 2004 WorldCON in Boston together (where Sir Terry Pratchett was one of the writer guests of honor.) This was a big con for me, because I really bonded with my new editor (having lost Laura Anne Gilman) John Morgan, whom I often credit for saving my career. We really hit it off and got to talking about my guilty pleasure for vampires and so when an opportunity arose, John had me propose some new books at Tate and rewrote my contract to continue with Penguin under a new name. I would have been a four hit wonder without this particular con. So, you'd think I would have a much stronger memory of having shared a room with Ember and what we did, but no. I have almost nothing. It's really spooky, honestly.
In fact, it made me hunt up my written journals from the time, thinking, surely, I will mention all those lovely times at the Egg & I when Ember and I used to talk about life and the universe. But, no, my journal entries are completely full of my angst (and frustration) around being a stay-at-home mom to a very little Mason. At least around 2004. I'm going to skim the earlier entries, but my journal for the aughts is very sparse. I have one journal that covers all of 2000-2008 and then journaling stops almost all together. Possibly because I started up here and other places online.
It's times like this where I wish I had been better at keeping notes.
I was telling Mel that I think that this is a big part of feeling disconnected and so thrown by Ember's death. I realize that people do this. They wax and wane in importance in a person's life, but this has also made me aware of the ways in which I was generally disinterested in other people in my youth. We're all self-centered to some degree, but it has taken me far too long to figure out how to really pay attention to other people?
Anyway, hello, my friends. I see you! How are you?
I just came back from a coffee date with Melonie, the mutual friend of Ember's who let me know of her passing. Because Ember's family is planning on having her interred in Ironton at a private ceremony, we are spontaneously trying to organize a more local celebration of life/memorial gathering for her Minneapolis/St Paul tribe. We may end up holding it at the Loft, believe it or not, because they have rooms for rent and it was, in fact, the place so many of us met for the first time.
As part of all this prep, of course, Mel is trying to gather mementos and memories of Ember.
I am utterly shocked by how little I have. I scoured through my emails and found exactly one thing in my gmail account, a meme she'd sent me, from I dunno 2007 or something which has ZERO context. Then, I thought, "Oh, of course, we knew each other BEFORE gmail was really a thing, so I should go through Hotmail." I called that up and found four, very cryptic emails, one of which reminded me that she and I went to the 2004 WorldCON in Boston together (where Sir Terry Pratchett was one of the writer guests of honor.) This was a big con for me, because I really bonded with my new editor (having lost Laura Anne Gilman) John Morgan, whom I often credit for saving my career. We really hit it off and got to talking about my guilty pleasure for vampires and so when an opportunity arose, John had me propose some new books at Tate and rewrote my contract to continue with Penguin under a new name. I would have been a four hit wonder without this particular con. So, you'd think I would have a much stronger memory of having shared a room with Ember and what we did, but no. I have almost nothing. It's really spooky, honestly.
In fact, it made me hunt up my written journals from the time, thinking, surely, I will mention all those lovely times at the Egg & I when Ember and I used to talk about life and the universe. But, no, my journal entries are completely full of my angst (and frustration) around being a stay-at-home mom to a very little Mason. At least around 2004. I'm going to skim the earlier entries, but my journal for the aughts is very sparse. I have one journal that covers all of 2000-2008 and then journaling stops almost all together. Possibly because I started up here and other places online.
It's times like this where I wish I had been better at keeping notes.
I was telling Mel that I think that this is a big part of feeling disconnected and so thrown by Ember's death. I realize that people do this. They wax and wane in importance in a person's life, but this has also made me aware of the ways in which I was generally disinterested in other people in my youth. We're all self-centered to some degree, but it has taken me far too long to figure out how to really pay attention to other people?
Anyway, hello, my friends. I see you! How are you?
