taste_is_sweet: (Totally Tasty!)
Welcome to my Livejournal. If you're looking for Aundrea Singer, you've come to the right place. If you'd also like to find me other places, I have a whole mess of links, including where you can find my novels, just a small scroll down to the right.

If you'd like to know more about me, here is my bio at About Me.com. My short fiction is all right here under the here have a story tag. If, on the other hand, you'd prefer to read my fanfic, here it is at Archive of Our Own.

My main blog is Aundrea Singer.com, which I'm planning attempting to update regularly. New short fiction will be crossposted there, as well as the Archive of Our Own.

If you have any questions, please feel free to leave a comment to this post, or contact me via aundreasinger.com.

Thank you!
taste_is_sweet: (Aiden's Angel)
Hey, everyone!

Here I am at the Romantic Times Booklovers Convention in Las Vegas, and I haven't been outside since Sunday evening! I'm anticipating returning to Texas exhausted, pale and squinting. It'll be great.

While I'm here, Dreamspinner Press has been selling Aiden's Angel for $1.00. (Here it is on Amazon.) I volunteered for this in the hopes it might mean that people would actually know the book existed.

Apparently it worked, because I just got an email from All Romance EBooks saying it hit their bestseller's list. :D I am very, very happy.

It'll be on sale until sometime on the 17th, in case any of you would like to read about magic, angst and angels for less than a cup of Starbucks coffee to go with it.

I'll be back online for reals starting Monday. Right now I need to eat something before the next event. I'm thinking a ridiculous Las Vegas buffet might be in order.

Angel
taste_is_sweet: (Please be Advised)
For over two decades (since 1985, it turns out), my sister and I have had a running joke about writing that goes like this: "Foreshadowing--a sign of good, quality literature." It came from a Berke Breathed Bloom County comic, and I'd idly wondered for, well, over two decades if I'd ever be able to find the original comic again.

Last night I finally remembered to look for it, and lo and behold, here it is.

Quality Literature

As with most things, the original source isn't as good as what I thought it was, but I'm glad I was finally able to find it. And foreshadowing is still your clue to quality literature. :)

(Comic strip found via this site.)
taste_is_sweet: (Totally Tasty!)
BloodMagic3

The beautiful cover by Anne Cain for Blood for Magic, coming out in November-December from Dreamspinner Press.

Twenty-year-old Tarquin is smart, tactless, and braver than he knows. He’s also been Mage of the Realm of Kelor for two years, taking the title from his mother after she died protecting Kelor from a terrible threat. While on a quest to heal his dying brother, Tarquin is attacked by a horrific, flesh-eating monster. He’s saved by an enigmatic and mute young soldier, cursed with a terrifying form that conceals the heart of a knight. There’s an almost instant attraction between the two men, but no time to explore it. The monster’s attack is the harbinger of a new invasion.

With Kelor helpless, the realm’s only hope lies with Tarquin. As Mage of the Realm, he alone can sacrifice himself the way his mother did in exchange for unimaginably powerful magic. He’s prepared to give up his life to defeat the coming evil, but before the battle is over, he’ll be faced not just with his own death, but the death of everyone he cares about. Including the monster he's come to love.

taste_is_sweet: (And Counting!)
I suck at updating my LJ. I know I do. One of my many failings, Best Beloveds. But I thought you'd nonetheless like an update on the always-looking-right Bobblehead thing.

Here is part one of the saga.

Part two is that I got my Winter Soldier bobblehead three weeks ago recently. Here's a picture:

He's way too cute to murder anybody.
You are so adorable! (Please do not kill me)
Just like I predicted, he's facing forward. Because he's a jerk. A contrary, completely adorable jerk.

Steve knows.
Totally love each other anyway



Here's my Bobble-Steve and my Bobble-Bucky together. You can practically feel Steve pining.

Steve pines like a boss.
Please look at me Bucky!
















And here's the whole gang.

It's over there!
Bucky is not sure what the rest are looking at


I have to say that much as I wish all my bobbles faced forward, I find this pretty funny. I'm kind of hoping the next one I get faces left. Just to change things up, you know?


.Gif courtesy of Giphy.Com

taste_is_sweet: (Aiden's Angel)
Tomorrow evening, my dear Flisties, you'll be able to find me staging a Twitter Takeover with my good buddy and partner in crime [livejournal.com profile] sgamadison. We'll be using the @dreamspinners account between 7 and 9 pm Eastern time (That's 6 and 8 Central). We'll be answering questions and discussing our books, and I'd love to see some of you there. :D

The other animals are were-dinosaurs. Specifically, seven lines of my current WIP novel, which I've lovingly given the working title of 'Gay Were-Dinosaurs of the Pseudo Amish Apocalypse'. I was tagged by [livejournal.com profile] brumeier, to take seven lines from the seventh page of a current WIP. So here ya go, a perfect two paragraphs:

The other end of the chain on the crazy hybrid's ankle was attached to one of the exposed metal supports in the crumbling concrete wall that surrounded the village. The enclosure for the hybrids used the wall as one side. The rest of the rectangle was made of nothing sturdier than thick pieces of wood. The fact that the two unchained hybrids hadn't leapt over the fence or broken it down and slaughtered every single person in the village was only because they were too weak to do it.

Kai sneered in disgust and allowed himself the soft growl that wanted to escape from his throat. He'd be the first to agree that the hybrids were horrifically destructive and the most dangerous land-animal on what was left of the planet, but they didn't deserve to be treated like this. This was torture by neglect.


And I'm tagging seven more:

[livejournal.com profile] sgamadison
[livejournal.com profile] debris_k
[livejournal.com profile] natsuko_writer
[livejournal.com profile] annieb1955
[livejournal.com profile] wildpear
[livejournal.com profile] iadorespike
[livejournal.com profile] tigertale7
taste_is_sweet: (That's me baby)
You may have noticed that I haven't been around much lately. The major reason for my prolonged absences is basically that I suck.

I actually had intended to remedy this around the beginning of May, while Dom (that's my husband) and I were in Montreal. We went to Montreal because Dom had won a prestigious award from his old high school. He was really looking forward to getting it--more even than pretty much any other award he's ever won.
Owie.
Definitely didn't tickle

So naturally, five minutes before he was set to go to the reception, he fell and broke his upper right arm. (I'm not even kidding; he was about to put on his tie.) A Proximal Humerus Fracture means a break just under the shoulder joint. Not to put too fine a point on it, it fucking sucks. What sucks even harder is that my husband is disabled, and without his right arm his mobility's been reduced to just about zero. He's slowly getting better, but he needs a lot more help than normal. It's made it hard to think about anything else, like updating my live journal.

But! He is getting better. His arm is slowly healing and I'm not quite as stressed to the gills, which means I can think about other stuff--like updating my live journal. And I actually have cool news with which to update.

My novella Aiden's Angel is coming out this Wednesday (and still available for pre-order). You can read the cover blurb here.

And...that's it, thank you. :)

taste_is_sweet: (Aiden's Angel)
And here it is!

I love that moment when the cover image is finalized and you've had the publisher's blessing to show it to people, because now it means that everything's finished and the book is a truly real. Aiden's Angel will come out some time in May, probably closer to the middle of the month, to coincide with my attending the Romantic Times Booklovers Convention.

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Aiden's Angel is a novella, which makes it shorter than some of my fanfic. Hilariously (or ironically? Alannis?) it's almost exactly half as long as Black Hawk Tattoo. The drawback is that AA won't be available in hardcover, but the pluses are that it'll be less expensive and faster to read.

I'll have my usual stupidly easy contest as soon as the book is available for pre-order. In the meantime, here's Dreamspinner's official blurb:

Aiden Lobo is a graduate student in a world where magic, gods, and demons are part of everyday life. After a terrible betrayal, he is cursed with a Crack in his heart, turning him into a living doorway for an ancient demon of war to come to Earth and kill millions. Aiden is rescued by his guardian angel, who seals the Crack with his own Light. As a servant of the divine, the nameless angel was supposed to kill Aiden to prevent the growing cataclysm inside him. But he loves Aiden too much to end his life, even to save the world.

Aiden falls for his guardian and names him Eskandar, but then learns to his horror that because Eskandar was created for him, when Aiden dies Eskandar will too. Aiden will do anything to keep his beloved angel safe. But with no choice except to sacrifice himself to prevent the apocalypse, he only has one option: a terrible betrayal of his own.


I realize I may have a thing for graduate students. And guys with wings. I admit nothing.

I also realize I have no idea how to sum up this post. But I'm happy, how about that?

And thank you for reading, as always, of course. ♥

taste_is_sweet: (Bad Decisions)
The longer I don't post, the harder it is to think anyone might want to read any of my ridiculousness. You know how it is. (Or maybe you don't, in which case you are awesome.)

But! I do have some nifty stuff to mention, so I figure I should actually, you know, mention it. So here goes:

Dreamspinner Press, my favorite online purveyor of fine quality gay romance, is offering 50% off all of their in-stock paperbacks for the month of April! This includes my novel Black Hawk Tattoo, which is pretty great.
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I also have a new novella coming out in the beginning of May (I know I've mentioned it before but it's still totally \o/), which I'll talk about more once I have the cover design. It's called Aiden's Angel because it has an angel in it, in case you were wondering if the title was a coincidence. It is not.

Another cool thing is that I'm going to the Romantic Times Booklovers Convention (May 12 - 17)! It's in Dallas, and it looks like it'll be a lot of fun. I'm also nervous because I'll have to actually talk to people about how I have a novella out.

Any of my flisties going to be there? I'd love to meet up with you. :D

Last but not least, on the fanish side, Spring Sign Ups are open for [livejournal.com profile] intoabar! I freaking love this community--where else can you have Bucky Barnes meet Applejack the Pony? Nowhere else, that's where. I've already signed up (they close April 5, Best-Beloveds, so get in on it!), and I can almost guarantee that my entry this year will have an even less likely pairing. I can't wait. :D

Never heard of them? Of course you haven't!
Obscure Fandoms FTW!

taste_is_sweet: (Joy)
I have fun and happy news to share, O Best-Beloveds. Attend whilst I explain.

My awesome internet buddy Sarah Madison (or [livejournal.com profile] sarah_madison) has a new book out!

Actually, it's been out for at least two weeks now, but I literally forgot to post anything last week, for reasons I'll explain in a moment. But first let me enthuse about Walk a Mile.

Click Me!

I enjoyed the prequel, Unspeakable Words very much, so I'm extremely excited to find out what's going to happen to the characters in Walk a Mile. What I especially loved in UW was how imaginatively and unflinchingly Sarah wrote about telepathy--as in, it would suck. John Flynn is the accidental and unwilling telepath, and in UW I was cringing on his behalf pretty much every time she described what was happening to him. Imagine not even being able to know if anything you feel is true, or just your partner's wishful thinking--it'd be hell. But reading about it being hell was awesome.

Basically, the emotional H/C was off the hook in Unspeakable Words. I'm very much looking forward to more of the same, as well as having some of the questions raised by the prequel answered.

So you should totally buy both books. Just saying. ;)

And now, as promised, is the reason I forgot to post last week.

Back in August, I sent a novella to Dreamspinner, because DSP is my boo. DSP's turnaround time for submissions is no more than eight weeks. They are really, really good about this, but eight weeks is still eight weeks. The last day of the eight weeks would've been tomorrow, and by the time last Monday rolled around I was so fucking incredibly stressed I could barely function. Which apparently included remembering I'd intended to post about Sarah Madison's new novel to LJ. Luckily she's not just talented but also very understanding of authorly freakouts. :D

And then on Friday, I found out that Dreamspinner is going to publish my novella! \o/ Aiden's Angel will come out between May and June, 2015. I'll post more about it as the release date nears. :D

Congratulations, Sarah! (And me!)

Pimpin'

24/7/14 12:04
taste_is_sweet: (Black Hawk Tattoo)
Hey, O lovely Flisties!

My romance novel Black Hawk Tattoo is available for only .99 cents today at Dreamspinner Press.

There are other sales going on as well, so if you like slash, you should totally check it out. And buy my book. :D
taste_is_sweet: (Aliens Made Me)
Yep. Sometimes things happen where I just want to go and do this for a few hours:

And I would totally look that adorable, really.
Pout

Or maybe get really ambitious and go eat worms, or go riding off into a monsoon or blizzard and make everyone go fetal with guilt when they finally find me tragically frozen (but I'd look really pretty).

Or, you know, just flounce off and take my ball and go home.

But I'm a grown up. Or at least I play one on the internet. So tempting though it is on occasion, I'm not going to do that. Besides, I left my horse in my other reality and we're too far inland for monsoons. And too far south for blizzards. Probably lucky, really.

(And I've disabled comments because this post is not for me to milk sympathy from my FList. Though I thank those of you who would want to in advance <3. This is just me reminding myself out loud that I can deal, so I need to. And actually just writing this has made me feel better anyway.)

taste_is_sweet: (And Counting!)
'Cause it's my birthday! (And also because I've got dinner in the oven.)

I turned 42 today! (Very, very early this morning, according to my mom.) And thank you very, very much to [livejournal.com profile] firesign10, and [livejournal.com profile] brumeier for her super-sweet congratulations post, and to everyone who left such nice comments! I got a little teary, I swear.

But still, 42. And aside from it being the answer to life, the universe and everything, I can't say as I feel much other than kind of old. I know I have Flisties who are older than I am, but, still. Maybe it's because I live in a city very, very skewed towards 20-somethings, but some days I feel absolutely ancient compared to all the bright-eyed and bushy-tailed kids running around getting university degrees.

Then again, I don't have to get a university degree anymore. \o/

But hey, birthdays are still awesome. And since it's also my awesome sister [livejournal.com profile] squeakyoflight's birthday, I wrote her fic! MCU fic!

I already added it to my H/C Bingo Card earlier this week, but I didn't actually tell anyone about it here, so I'm indulging myself and doing so now. It's called The Right Way to Fall. It's set post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, because everyone who wants to write anything in the MCU fandom has to write a Winter Soldier fic these days.

Anyway, there it is. :) I'm quite happy with it, and I've been told it's good. I hope you like it. (And it's my birthday, so even if you don't you have to lie. Birthday rules! ::g::)
taste_is_sweet: (The Best Part of Disney Land)
I love Disney World.

I have to admit I didn't think I would. After all it's expensive, generally crowded and full of, well, Disney characters, many of whom I don't actually appreciate. The rides all skew to small children and to be able to truly experience the parks you need to get there before it opens, which means getting up at the crack of dawn.

But wow, it was fun. My son had a blast and most of the rides are just amazing (except Peter Pan's Flight. Don't do that one), and almost everyone who works there really, really love their jobs and are about the nicest people on the planet. It definitely earns its rep as "The Happiest Place On Earth".

Except for one problem.

See, one of the reasons I was nearly as excited to go there as my kid was the Marvel stuff. After all, Disney's produced a few Marvel movies (you may have heard of them). So I was all set to enjoy Marvel-themed rides and buy Marvel tee-shirts and blush at the Disney "Cast Members" (as they're called) in superhero outfits wandering around.

And especially to get this bad boy:

Plastic, yet still menacing
WS action figure

This particular figure is only available at The Disney Store. No problem, I figured. I'm going to the mother-lode of Disney Stores. I'll snap one up the first day.

This did not happen.

Nope, no action figures at the parks, except some really lame ones of Captain America. No tee-shirts except two styles for guys and also really lame. No one in costume. No rides.

Undaunted (well, not entirely daunted) I set out to find out what the hell was going on. I asked at the park stores; I went to 'Downtown Disney', which is an outdoor mall entirely devoted to Disney merchandise; I asked cast members at the rides. And this, after literally days of primary research, is what I finally found out:

1) The Disney Store is owned by a separate company to the stores at the parks. You can only find them in malls, and they carry different merchandise. Like Marvel Select action figures.

2) Universal Studios Orlando also have rights to Marvel characters, rights that they bought years before Disney thought it might be cool. Universal's Islands of Adventure has a Marvel section with rides featuring Storm, Spiderman, The Hulk and Doctor Doom. They have employees wandering around in X-Men costumes circa 1996. They have loads of Marvel action figures, including the Marvel Select that you can otherwise only find at the Disney Store.

3) There are Marvel things at Disney Land in California, but Universal very, very cleverly bought the exclusive rights to have Marvel stuff in their Florida theme parks. That's why Disney has to more-or-less pretend that their super successful films don't exist.

As you can imagine, Disney is working to change this. As I'm imagining, Universal is probably asking for Walt Disney's soul in exchange. I can't wait to see how the deal goes down.

And to get to the Disney Store and finally get my damn action figure.

taste_is_sweet: (Vague)
This is truly biblical, o, Best-beloveds. The end of an era. The future opens before me full of opportunity and hope. And the slim possibility of no-longer receiving another Leah's emails.

Oh yes, it finally happened. I did it. After years of following another Leah's academic carreer, I have managed to make contact.

I'd already managed to make contact with the Leah who likes to order online from Macy's, and was able to verify a few months ago that she was indeed not the Cooper Union Leah when I had to call her again. (I didn't even try to contact Macy's this time, just went right to the phone. She remembered me, which was nice.) That Lea spells her name without an 'H', which Macy's seems to feel is a grave error on her part and strives to correct it as often as humanly possible. I anticipate being forced to call her again in the future. At least she's friendly.

But the other, younger Leah who likes skiing and photography proved much more difficult to find. See, her email differs from mine only by one initial in between her first and last name, something I found out from one of the several places I've called on her behalf. But I didn't know what that initial was, and with 26 letters to choose from, I didn't think I ever would. But after some luck and a great deal of effort, I managed to find her on Facebook (where else?).

"Lo, it is accomplished!" I thought (in exactly those words). "For I shall forewith contact yon maiden fair and request of her kindness to make sure no one sends me more of her fucking emails." But sadly she never replied to my friend request or FB message. And I kept getting emails meant for her.

And then, I got yet one more email for Leah the Younger, this one was the second from the Cooper Union Photography Department. Not the first place I'd called who didn't change their records. Except, it turned out, they had. But the bright spark sending out the notices had decided to cover all his or her bases and use both Leahs' addresses.

That's right: mine, and hers.

I emailed her immediately, as you can imagine. I explained the situation, with enough details I've learned about her life to hopefully scare her into understanding how serious this is. As I've said before, she's really, really lucky I'm a nice person.

And she replied.

She seems to be as sweet and vivacious as I could hope for anyone with my namesake. She thanked me for my help and assured me she would make sure it doesn't happen again. She did not, however, tell me she was going to change her email address. I really hope she does before she starts going for job interviews.

Fun fact: aside from having the same birthday, I also had a premonition about what her middle initial is. The might be less about me being wicked psychic and more about me being familiar with the naming habits of Jews. But it was still pretty cool.

I'm hopeful that this email problem may well be over. But I admit I'm a little sad, too. It was kind of fun, getting the other Leah's emails, much as it was also annoying.

Mostly annoying.
taste_is_sweet: (Harlock Skull)
Though Pedro de Valdivia looks like he could have used a tissue.
Pedro

Yes. Hence my lack of brilliance today (I'm always brilliant otherwise, right? RIGHT?). But today, alas, I woke up feeling like I hadn't slept at all. Astonishingly, it hasn't gotten better the longer I've been awake. I blame the weather, because it's windy as hell and likely blowing billions of metric tons of pollen all over the Brazos Valley. "Brazos" is short for "Brazos de Dios", which is Spanish for "Arms of God". Obviously the conquistadors didn't have allergies.

The Brazos Valley is known locally as being particularly bad for allergies, by the way. You can imagine how much I enjoyed learning that.

So, I'm stuffy, sleepy and considering having a nap, which would make three this week. I feel like a toddler.

However, since I have posts to post and main characters to torture novels to write, I'm just guzzling coffee and hoping for the best. This blog post seems reasonably coherent so far, so I'm optimistic.

Coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee.
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I should probably have an 'exhausted' tag, or something more thematically appropriate. But I'm too tired to think of one. ::Lethargic rimshot::

I think the coffee's brewed, thank God. Catch you all later if I'm not qafsjd;lwq;rwetgj;lka



"Businesswoman Sleeping On Desk" by imagerymajestic via FreeDigitalPhotos.Net.

taste_is_sweet: (And Counting!)
I'm sure you think I'm joking by that subject heading, O, best-beloveds. But I'm not! Entirely! This is totally not entirely a joke.

Because, according to Brazilian physician Claudio Gil Araujo and Discover Magazine (which makes it absolutely, totally true, yo), being able to sit cross-legged on the floor and then stand up again without using your hands or putting your knee down, etc. is an excellent indication of how long you may live. At least if you're over 51 (and able-bodied enough to attempt it in the first place).

Why? Because having enough flexibility, balance and strength to sit on the floor without crashing on your ass, and to get up without needing your hands helps in avoiding falls (which get more problematic when our hips start snapping like Doritos), and means you're in good shape in general, which helps in avoiding death (which will never not be problematic). The test is scored out of ten with anything other than feet-only subtracting a point. Anyone with a score of less than 8 was twice as likely to die within the next six years. Anyone with a score of three or less was five times as likely to die. Which might raise someone's chances at death to only 5%, but still. Whoa.

I'm blessed enough to be able-bodied, but I found to my chagrin that I needed to use one hand to get up. Nothing like having my delusions of physical prowess sunk like the Titanic in literally one sitting.

Give me ten more reps. For freedom!
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My physio therapist (Apparently sitting in terrible positions for 5+ hours a day typing for over ten years causes repetitive strain injuries. Who knew?), who is in his (very) early 30s and looks like Captain America, can of course get on and off the floor using only one leg. Which would be intimidating if he wasn't so adorable. And heroic.

So, my current exercise regimen now includes simply getting off the floor without using my hands. I managed it once today! Once! ONE WHOLE TIME!

I'm going to be immortal. Seriously.

taste_is_sweet: (Chuck was Worried)
(Yes, "oppilant" is a real word. I totally looked it up.) And edited because I can't believe I spelled 'losing' with two 'O's. What the hell, brain?

I've been told in no uncertain terms by the lovely woman I pay to bitch at that I may be losing out on opportunities because I'm terrified I'm reluctant to move out of my comfort zone.

Since I pay her to tell me these things, I can only assume she has my best interests at heart and is probably right. Therefore o, best-beloveds, I've decided that this year I need to get off my frightened little ass and go to a writers' conference.

What am I frightened about (I know you're not asking, but I'm telling you anyway)? That would be rejection, my friends. Plain and simple. I've posted about this before, because I'm nothing if not redundant consistent, but I didn't realize just how terrified I am of rejection until I contemplated being rejected in person by other writers I don't know.

Seriously, nauseous with terror just from looking at a couple upcoming conferences in Texas. All I can think of is going to these panels hosted by beautiful writers (that's not even a joke--they all look so pretty and thin in their pictures) who are way more successful than me and then I'll say something or offer something, or just, something...and there'll be crickets. The metaphor for the deadly silence just before the hapless comic taps the microphone and asks, "is this thing on?"

But, I'm going to be brave and do it anyway. However, it'd be a lot easier to be brave if I wasn't alone. So, is anyone else out there planning on going to a writers' conference, who would like some company? Even if it's outside of Texas, if it's not too far I could probably manage to go. And I can be extremely encouraging to other people, if necessary. It's just me I have trouble with. I'd love to meet more people on my FList, too.

If not, well. I was thinking of going to the Writers League of Texas Agents and Editors conference in June. If you happen to be there, I'll be the plain, geeky older woman in the back. But my tee-shirt will be awesome.
taste_is_sweet: (And Counting!)
Yeah, so. ::Coughs awkwardly:: I didn't post anything last week because I was in Washington. Didn't do so great on the stretches, either. But resolutions can be a work in progress, right? RIGHT?

That's my story and I'm sticking to it. Yeah.

Anyway, I have news! I think! I think I have news about all those emails intended for someone else with my name that I've been getting for years.

True story, O Best-Beloveds. I think I may have actually found the mystery person.

You see, after getting yet one more email intended for this other woman (this one was a confirmation of a new user account at an NYC sports club), I finally snapped.

"What do I have to lose?" I asked myself, though not actually out loud. "It can't really destroy the universe, can it? (Though if it does, I'm calling dibs on being the Dark Matter.)" And I decided to find this person once and for all.

So, taking the clues from the misdirected emails (she lives in New York; she goes to a university that unfortunately had its name Shanghaied by a bar; she was once invited to be a hut ambassador at the Chirpy Ski Resort of God), and knowing that everyone is on Facebook these days, I did a FB search for every account with the same first and last name as I do and information that fit.

And, lo! I found one. She has the right age, right interests (art! Ski pictures!), and started the university with the bar-stolen name at the right time for all the emails.

Taking courage and the possible fate of the universe in hand, I sent her a message via FB. Here's hoping she checks her 'Other' folder (God knows I almost never remember to). Here's also hoping she really is the right name-sharer, and especially that she's the only name-sharer. I'd hate to think I was getting email intended for several different people; one is annoying enough.

But I have a feeling I've found her, because we share the same birthday, as well as the same name. I'm sure it's a sign.

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