So how'd you get home?

You would have laughed your head off at me. I stood out there on the damned train platform, huddled in the only doorway I could find - it was an outdoor station, with a little waiting room, and they locked the waiting room at midnight every night - until the first NY bound train showed up at not quite 7:00 am.

The real pisser? I got home, with mild frostbite, and there was my mother, furious and manic, shrieking at me that I'd spent the night with someone. Bad timing on her part - first, she normally paid less attention to what I chose to do than she did to, say, the outgassing of one of Jupiter's moons. Second, I hate being accused of things I haven't done.

So I snarled back at her, shut UP, I did NOT, I could have spent the night in a nice warm bed with a nice warm musician but I didn't want to, I spent the night shivering my inadequately clad ass off. And then stomped off muttering to myself to run a hot bath and get a couple of hours sleep.

I actually did have mild frostbite, no exaggeration. No fun. But weirdly enough, she dropped it. I guess that for once, the truth was so obvious even to her that she had to believe it.

"Do you think I'd look like this if I didn't have to!"

which reminds me ...

Locking the stable door after the horse is gone

Senior year in college, my friends from high school are all home on the same weekend for once, and we're headed out.

"See you later, Mother, I'll put gas in the car."

"Be home by ten."

I stop, turn and stare. "Ten? The movie doesn't even start till 8."

"All right, eleven."

I'll be 21 in three months. I've never had a curfew--but then, I never went out in high school. I'm the only other one in the house since Daddy died, and not for much longer.

It's too late to remember your last child and try to hang on.

Do y'all ever worry about people taking your ideas? Because my mother just warned me to be careful sharing my manuscript.a. I had not really considered this. b. It made me laugh because, uh, I would have given some of the people with whom I shared it something more intimate, if they wanted it.ETA: I didn't tell my mother that. We don't need to be...that close.

Not really. If anyone ever out-and-out stole my very words, I could prove they're mine and take legal action. As for the ideas--well, if you gave any ten of us on this thread the same idea, we'd end up with ten very different novels. Which isn't to say I wouldn't be bummed if someone beat me to market with one of my more gimmicky high-concept ideas (say the baseball time travel or the Peninsular War werewolf story), because then I'd seem like an imitator following a trend rather than an author following her muse. But I still don't worry about it, except to spur myself to write faster, dammit.

erika, something to pass on to your mom:

Someone accused Daphne du Maurier of plagarism, for Rebecca. They'd written a novel several years earlier, sold about three hundred copies, very similar premise - the author sued.

The story goes that du Maurier's solicitor asked the jury, "This woman wrote a book called (whatever it was). She claims her idea was stolen. Can anyone on this jury quote the opening line of this woman's book?"

The sound of crickets. He nodded.

"Thank you. Now - can anyone here quote the opening line of my client's book?"

And a dozen voices, in unison, piped up with some version of "Last night I dreamed I went to Manderley again."

du Maurier won. There are, so it's said, seven possible plots. It's what you do with them, and how you do them, that matters.

OMG

HARPER LEE IS GOING TO BE IN MY BUILDING NEXT WEEK!

t faints dead away

This is true.And I really need other eyes to look at it, even as a Creative Genius.(fluffs hair) I almost did blurt that, compared to my naked body, giving up my words ain't no thing. Thought better of it.OMG, Aimee, that is very cool.

OMG, Aimee, that is very cool.

I am SO EXCITED!!!

You should totally show her this.

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