I'm not saying I know where the typos are. I would just limit myself to fixing two of them.
Ew. No. Gross. Point edits only.
Because fade-to-black takes the place of porn. They are mutually exclusive. Who would accept a fade-to-black when they showed up for the porn?

What do you mean? Minicon old people are friendly. They are simultaneously curmudgeonly.
We knew that already. Cutting out pop shouldn't allow you to drop 50 lbs.

Thigh rubbing is just a fact of life. Wear pants that prevent chaffing and walk on.
...you do realize that, by jogging, you have become one of them?
How far/long do you go? Do you have a goal?

Would you consider all typos and then choose the two most fix-worthy, or would you read until you find and fix two typos, then stop?
I'm attempting to do the rewrite-edit on my older NaNo. I certainly am changing a lot, but I can't tell if it's now better or merely different.
Maybe you tried to write porn and then decided to fade-to-black instead. Maybe you did a fade-to-black, then thought better of it and wrote the porn. I don't know your life.

Perhaps friendly is the wrong word. Perhaps I should have said, "Willing to acknowledge my existence at all times". A pair of older folks celebrated the twentieth anniversary of their engagement at a Marcon by providing brownies and cake in the consuite. It was great.
The dealers' room was very eclectic. There were people selling cookie presses, which are like cookie cutters, but for printing patterns on top of cookies instead of cutting them. I was very tempted, but I didn't feel like learning to make the sort of dense cookies that the technique demanded.

It didn't used to be a fact of my life. It's unacceptable. I used to be able to wear skirts with impunity.
I'm a fake jogger. I'm not actually one of the fit people who bear the title "jogger". It's a special category.
Not far/not long. I'm purposefully not keeping track of time or distance so that I don't get disheartened about how pathetic I am. I use landmarks to make sure I go a little farther every day.
Although... my return trip today was the length of one "Attero Dominatus" plus one "My Sitar", plus a little of another song. So, double the length of however long that is.

Haphazardly selected typos. That's a science term right there.
Probably better. Did you already go through for large structural changes? That won't get hit in a re-write edit unless you plan it in advance.
You have a pretty good guess about my life. It was a planned and executed fade-to-black.

Celebrating weddings and anniversaries at conventions is a staple. I have eaten others' celebratory cake in Consuite before.
I've seen that technique turn out pretty badly. It calls for dense sugar cookie or gingerbread, and neither are very good for eating. Mostly just a display food. Not even a sometimes food.

They make things for that. They're kind of like really wide garters. Ashley from season 14 sells them.
Like a fake geek?
Tracking helps my motivation. It's like an arbitrary leveling system. I am a pokemon now.
That's like 15 minutes. Pretty reasonable to assume you went about a mile if you weren't a complete snail.
Today I did 40 morning pushups and at least 20 of them were high quality. Combine that with cramps and Midol over-caffeination and I'm a mess. Noodle arms.

Naw, bro. Who looks at large structural changes? Not me. I thought about doing it, went, "Ugh," and decided not to. It's definitely necessary, but I've decided that's a problem for Future Me. Or more likely, Never Me. Instead I'll edit a bunch of stuff that probably needs to be cut anyway.
Is the stuff you weren't comfortable writing about Namor? Please tell me Namor is involved. I have a MIGHTY NEED.
On that somewhat-related topic, did you have a standardized scheme for how you named people's dragons? Sometimes it seemed to be by actor name, and sometimes it seemed to be by superhero name, but I couldn't figure out if there was a reason for you using one or the other.
On a mostly unrelated note, I think you should know that it did stick out to me, upon reading, that the two Black people were the ones who wound up with brown dragons. Not sure if you need to change it, or anything. Maybe just not summarize them together in one sentence, so it's less noticeable?

It's a delicious staple. And these people truly went HAM on providing desserts. You don't get this sort of thing at youth-only conventions.
The vendors handed out free cookies to try, and they were indeed dense, but not bad. Kind of dry. I'm sure there are ways to make good dense cookies.

I've seen those? But you can't wear them with very short skirts. They'd show. And wouldn't they fall down all the time?
Exactly like a fake geek. I'm the jogging equivalent of someone who watches Game of Thrones and plays Overwatch.
I used to think tracking helped me, but I tended to obsess over numbers to the point of getting upset if I didn't see absolute gains in every numerical respect, every day. Tracking by landmark distance still lets me know I'm making progress, but I don't have to freak out if I go slightly slower than yesterday over the first half-mile, or something.
Does jogging require rest days? Or not? Is it better to jog before or after breakfast? I'm afraid if I start googling I will be sucked down weird fitness rabbit holes.
How often do you increase your number of pushups? Mine never seem to get any easier. My noodle arms are constant.

Editing things and then having your efforts be meaningless is the enemy of edit motivation! Don't do it!
I haven't added Namor yet. I tried to use MCU characters preferentially over comic-only characters, since I don't read. After that, it was pretty random or only made sense to me.
I tried to use superhero name first, but if that didn't work well or sounded too much like a name I already used, I went wikipedia and tried something from the lore. If that didn't work, I tried actor name.
It was a huge problem! I agonized over it for days! Ultimately, I decided to favor their role in their respective properties over the racist implications. If I put it online I would address it directly in an author's note. I know it is obvious and there's no good way to gloss over it.

Youth don't get married and can't cook and don't have money.
I'm not sure you're right.

They are supposed to be fashionable, so it's fine if you see them. Like a bralette. And they're designed to not fall down. I don't understand how.
At what point does the fake jogger become a real jogger?
I've heard that tracking weekly can be more effective if you are prone to picking apart minor fluctuations. It smooths out the curve.
You shouldn't do the same exercise every day. Do something in place of jogging if you want to exercise every day.
Some people don't do well with exercise on an empty stomach, so they eat something first (this is me). Others are fine with it (Dad). It might work best to eat a little before and a little after, but eating a lot after isn't vital if you aren't doing strength workouts to build muscle.
When I'm trying to increase my max, I add one whenever I'm not absolutely dying at the end of a set. I've started to move away from high reps to adding sets - pushups never really get easier for anyone, and more sets can be better for strength gains overall. Two sets of 20 feels easier than one set of 40 at the time, but I'm still getting the benefits of 40 as well as more time at an increased heart rate.

I'll take the fact that I have any edit motivation at all, at this point. It doesn't happen often, and will almost certainly disappear once we hit this end-of-May deadline. Expect to receive a lot of unedited work, including plot holes big enough to drive a truck through. I think at one point I mention that someone has iron teeth, and then never refer to this in any way ever again.
Could you at least mention Namor? As a personal favor to me?
I understand. You were kind of screwed over by the racist implications of the source material. I'm currently grappling with the racist implications of the sword-and-sorcery setting off of which I based the work I'm now editing.

I think a fake jogger becomes a real jogger when their legs are no longer made out of gelatin.
How does one track weekly if they don't track daily? What exactly would I be measuring?
I guess I don't really understand "sets". How much time has to elapse between them? Do you need to keep your heart rate up in between?

Are you done with your PhD yet? Haven't you been working on that for a long time now?

I guess it's important to start somewhere. Or not, in my case. But I'm sure I'll have something by the time I drive down for SSB. It's like a physical deadline standing in my path! ... what does "deadline" actually mean???
Why does anybody need iron teeth?
I'll put him in the header of the email I send. How 'bout that?
Indeed. And at the time I was writing, I didn't know anything about Black Panther and couldn't compensate. Does it make it better, worse or unchanged that I don't mention anybody's appearance in any way?

Mmm. What about arrowroot powder?
It makes more sense with weight or waist circumference. Maybe only time your run once a week, after using your landmark strategy day-to-day?
For a proper workout, probably. For me, no. I might add one at night if I usually do them in the morning.

Why would you ask such a rude question? Average for my program is 5.5 years. I am in the summer of my 4th. RUDE.

Did I tell you I finally got scheduled to see a therapist, months after the symptoms of my depression stopped for the season? After two sessions, she diagnosed me with ASD. I had asked about it at the first, and she was skeptical and leaning toward plain old social anxiety, because of course they don't want to rely on self-diagnoses based on blogs, and anyway it's not her specialty. But then we talked through the criteria in that purple book with all the disorders and she decided I was right. It was actually very obvious. As I suspected. So if Aspergers was still a thing, I would have that.

On that note, what day can I expect you? I'll need to clean my toilet and hide my incriminating documents.
According to Merriam-Webster, a deadline is "a line drawn within or around a prison that a prisoner passes at the risk of being shot". I think that applies exactly to this situation. Don't get shot.
I was trying to invoke elements of South Asian folklore without being overt about it, and iron teeth come up sometimes. But then I forgot that I included it, and it didn't matter, anyway.
You could go back and add Black Panther stuff now. Since you're editing. You know. Editing. I don't think it changes anything that you don't mention people's appearances, since all your readers would already know.

Maybe after a couple of weeks I'll try timing it. Today was a bad day. Out of breath and sore after barely running half my usual distance. I think my body is rejecting me.

Summer of fourth year means you're within spitting distance of the end, yes? Finish in five years! Bring down the average!

No! Why wouldn't you mention this already? You don't want your sister to know about your life?
I'm glad you finally got to see the therapist, though. It was dumb that it took this long, and I blame our usual doctor, regardless of whose fault it actually is. Is the therapist helpful? Do you think you're getting a lot out of it? Does your life feel different now that you're officially-diagnosed rather than blog-diagnosed? Are you gratified that you pretty much already knew?

I'm planning to drive down on Thursday. Please hide the documents in the toilet and cause a flood.
Oh myyyy. Why do we use this word in casual conversation?
That's an odd thing to have in your folklore.
There's not a lot I would change at this point. They live somewhere else.

My body rejected me yesterday when I had to help Dad get boards upstairs. I lifted the boards from the 1st floor and he pulled them up from the 2nd. I do not have those particular lifting muscles, as it turns out.

I finish when I finish. Which is planned at 5.5 years. Worry about your own average.

Had to respect the flow of the conversation.
There just aren't a ton of therapists. It takes a while to get scheduled.
Can't tell yet. I don't have to pay much for it, though, so I'm going to try it out for a while. It was mostly a 'ha, told you so' situation, and then things returned to normal almost immediately.

I went to Goodwill and found five pairs of pants that fit (approximately). I also found camo shorts and some other shorts. And some books. And I had a coupon. It was a good day.

My toilet already does enough unexpected and distressing things without my provoking it. I'll take a HARD PASS on intentional clogging.
Aren't lots of slightly-odd-sounding words and phrases morbid in origin? Like "rule of thumb". Our language is just littered with little gems of horror.
Not a lot you would change?! Do you mean purely high-level stuff, or are you saying that you're completely happy with the part of the story you already showed me? Because that is a level of contentment I didn't know any writer could achieve.

That sounds difficult and possibly dangerous. Why were you putting boards on the second floor anyway? Boards belong on the ground.

I don't respect the flow of the conversation. I tell you whatever I want, whenever I want. It's why I'm usually the one to initiate new paragraphs.
Does it take up much time? Does talking to the therapist feel like talking to a pleasant person, or like talking to a doctor-type person?

Why do you even want camo shorts? No one needs those, except possibly the teenage boys of ERHS. Even they probably don't need those.

How much of your food do you think you will be getting from the SSB meeting/other outside sources while you're here? I need to prepare if I'm going to be feeding you.