Oooh. That's a fabulous idea, Plei.

Honestly, I'm not sure that many people are even aware that Tim is a very good friend. Why would they be?

So I'm not sure how to ask the questions.

I'm with Plei: poll it.

Or - honestly - is it anything you can just ask Tim? Because the book is your baby and you need to figure out how to balance the respect for a friend and privacy issues and whatnot with what you need to get the book out there, in the best shape it can be.

The questions in a nutshell were about how other fans feel about a fellow fan like me being friends with the object of our fannishness.

What do other fans think about that? Is there some degree of jealousy? Do people respect me more because of my relationship with him?

Which are all questions that I agree are interesting to explore, but really, how do I find out?

I've encountered some assholeness about it from time to time, but it's tricky.

Huh. I just did the poll, and honestly, the questions seem to me to be just right.

Does the editor want a separate piece on the subject? Because there might be an interesting essay on the balance. Not even specifically about Tim - there's a sort of universal "YOU know WHO?" vibe that can trigger all sorts of weirdness. It becomes an interesting - if occasionally painful - way to separate out the friends from the whatevers.

Allyson, what's your lj handle? I wouldn't mind taking the poll (mine is sophiap, in case you wonder who that weirdo is who's filling out your poll).

I thought it was cool you know him, Allyson. Because I was able to talk to a writer about his work, and I like to do that. But it was not the first thing I knew about you, either, so I wasn't able to be all "She thinks she's Miss It," about it.

Hi Anne, my LJ is paperdol

A Kinkaid "Baby, You Can Drive My Car" drabble. JP's narrative, because except for "Restless", which is Patrick Ormand talking, it's all about JP.

Top of the Line

I've never learned to drive. Why would I? London, where I grew up, taxis were everywhere. Now I live in San Francisco and I still don't drive. Don't have to - I've got a chauffeuse.

Bree chose the family car. We've got a Jag, an S-type, comfort and power and elegance. The engine has this big-cat throatiness to it; very sexy, if you're into cars.

Nice wheels, yeah? But I'd rather take my driver upstairs, strip her down, get my hands on her gears, turn that engine over.

Because when it comes to making love? My old lady's a Ferrari.

Thanks, Allyson!

Deb, that's fabulous. His voice is so wonderfully distinctive.

I got my first "I don't believe you" and "you're too much of a namedropper" posts.

I'm so glad I did the poll.

Interesting...

But I think it's definately another kind of story, and has no business in this one.