Not a drabble, yet, but I guess Cruel Sister didn't suck, since it's available for pre-order at Amazon Canada

Does it have a different release date in the US? Or is it not being released here?

Sorry about that!

Oh, it's being released here. Probably won't be up at amazon US until late spring early summer. I was just being amazed it was up so early, anywhere; the release date is Autumn 2006.

So, um, now I can finally say something.

I've just changed agencies. The person taking on a full-scale repping of the Kinkaid Chronicles is the woman who was there for most of the stuff in meatspace.

So, from Donald Maass Literary Agency to Barbara Bova Literery Agency.

Marlene's my agent.

I am so. damned. relieved.

Marlene's my agent.

Great news, deb!

For this thing I've been writing, is citing in the article enough? Because I want to prove that I didn't pull everything I've said out of my narrow Irish ass, but I don't want to look like I got a bad grade on my research paper and am trying to publish as a fuck-you, right? And to be honest, I hate typing pages of citations with a fiery passion, but will do if it makes me look responsible. But not if it makes me look unprofessional and apple-polishing. Thoughts?

For the challenge...sorry that it's fic. “You know you’re crazy, right?” Kay’s tone of very real skepticism almost undercut the fact that holding her hand was almost everything he could ever hope for. Though she only permitted it once they were surrounded by the gathering shadows of the parking garage.

He loved every freckle, and felt like he always had. This was the feeling the sappy cards and inferior heart-shaped chocolates were all about...for ten seconds Valentine’s day made perfect sense.

He roused himself from the seizure with difficulty to find the lovely Sergeant Howard in mid-sentence. “don’t believe you...asking me to get a Cavalier on my day off, so that we can...(thinking hard always made her flush like a geranium. He loved that, but seeing it so spontaneously made him glad he resisted his impulse to ask her trivia questions as she corrected his police reports.)

”’Fuck like rabbits’ John suggested, mock-helpfully.

”No! ...well, yeah, but that’s not where my thought was headed, huh? Make it dirty, you know,...defile it.”

“Defile?” He looked at her with that dirty look of his and waggled his eyebrow.

“Did I say that wrong? Cause I’ve been reading a lot since my promotion and I don’t get a lot of practice at talking fancy, huh? Don’t make fun of me.”

She looks as if ten years have dropped from her age, and it makes John say “You said that perfectly, Kay.”

“I’m just asking to check back in the hospital folding up into the back of a squad car, Munchkin.(Did he ever say he hated nicknames? If so, some shtetl in Russia was missing an idiot. He loved hearing her say “Munchkin”, distressing “Yellow brick road” images be damned.)

A nice hot memory. Hoping for more.

Downhill

John's at the wheel and we're heading into the City, California Hall, Copperhead gig in the basement.

"Okay back there?"

"Yeah, we're fine." Man, if John only knew. N's got his hand under my skirt and the brown eyes have me pinned and I'm doing my best not to whimper, but damn, he's a piano player, got magic in those fingers...

"What?" The road's tricky, and John knows I get scared; eyes front.

"She didn't say anything." N leans over, licks a drop of blood off my lower lip. Stifling noise, I've bit good and deep. "Just keep driving, mate."

I got a bunch of notes about my book, but there's a couple of notes on a story...actually a page of notes on Minearest and Dearest, that would make me ask questions of fellow Buffistas and fans that make me feel like a tool.

Do I have to do that?

ETA: I understand why the questions are interesting.