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writing/post-self/toledot/launch/sys/Ioan/007.html
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<p><strong>Ioan:</strong> You said it was lonely at first. What was it that helped it be less lonely for you?</p>
<p><strong>Rosemary:</strong> Oh, you&rsquo;re going to laugh at this. It&rsquo;s really embarrassing.</p>
<p><strong>Ioan:</strong> You don&rsquo;t need to share if it&rsquo;s uncomfortable, of course.</p>
<p><strong>Rosemary:</strong> No, no. It&rsquo;s funny now. Just embarrassing. I started lying. I said that I was an author of a series of books that were mysteries that were also cookbooks. I said I was this schlock author who wrote terrible novels with mediocre recipes and just kept pumping them out as fast as I could under a bunch of different pseudonyms and that I got really tired of writing them and how bad they were, so I uploaded. I started just going to a few of those ironic book clubs and a few of the cooking classes and started talking about these horrible books that I&rsquo;d written. Weird thing is? People started saying that they remembered them! I guess it is a real genre that people write, so any time someone said they remembered a book I&rsquo;d laugh and look all embarrassed and say something like, &ldquo;Oh nooo, that one was so bad! Paid the bills, though.&rdquo; [laughter] Eventually, I kind of dropped the bit, but by then, I&rsquo;d gotten a few friends who were interested in just cooking just normal things for each other, and a few others who actually liked the pulpy mysteries, and that&rsquo;s how I broke through it.</p>
<p><strong>Rosemary:</strong> No, no. It&rsquo;s funny now. Just embarrassing. I started lying. I said that I was an author of a series of books that were mysteries that were also cookbooks. I said I was this schlock author who wrote terrible novels with mediocre recipes and just kept pumping them out as fast as I could under a bunch of different pseudonyms and that I got really tired of writing them and how bad they were, so I uploaded. I started just going to a few of those ironic book clubs and a few of the cooking classes and started talking about these horrible books that I&rsquo;d written. Weird thing is? People started saying that they remembered them! I guess it is a real genre that people write, so any time someone said they remembered a book I&rsquo;d laugh and look all embarrassed and say something like, &ldquo;Oh nooo, that one was so bad! Paid the bills, though.&rdquo; [laughter] Eventually, I kind of dropped the bit, but by then, I&rsquo;d gotten a few friends who were interested in just cooking normal things for each other, and a few others who actually liked the pulpy mysteries, and that&rsquo;s how I broke through it.</p>
<p><strong>Ioan:</strong> [laughter] That&rsquo;s really clever.</p>
<p><strong>Rosemary:</strong> The one time I&rsquo;ve been proud of lying, yeah.</p>
<p><strong>Ioan:</strong> What would you suggest that others experiencing System Freeze do?</p>

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<p>&ldquo;We are in a private sim. Usually, new arrivals show up in a gridded gray box, and then a guide will arrive and show them basically what I showed you, but you are something of a celebrity, at least among the circles that I run in, and so I pulled some strings with the Council of Eight.&rdquo;</p>
<p>He nodded absentmindedly, reached down, and plucked at a dandelion. It felt real enough. Finally, he said, &ldquo;You are not exactly how I pictured you. I&rsquo;ve seen pictures of Michelle.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;What were you picturing?&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;I don&rsquo;t know.&rdquo; Ey frowned. &ldquo;I guess I never really internalized the whole &lsquo;skunk&rsquo; thing.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;I don&rsquo;t know.&rdquo; He frowned. &ldquo;I guess I never really internalized the whole &lsquo;skunk&rsquo; thing.&rdquo;</p>
<p>True Name smiled and shrugged. &ldquo;I look like this. Rather like my av back in the &lsquo;net. I can look&ndash;&rdquo; There was suddenly a short woman standing beside the skunk. The resemblance was clearly there in the shape of the profile and the way she moved, but for the fact that she looked like the photos Yared had seen. The human spoke. &ldquo;&ndash;like this, but that is not my preferred mode.&rdquo;</p>
<p>And then she was gone, with just the skunk standing before him.</p>
<p>&ldquo;What was that?&rdquo;</p>