Oh dear. As someone terrified of roller coasters (both metaphorical and otherwise), I sympathize.

But hey, it's good news. He wants to do it, which means you write it. And to do that, you need to be compensated, whether the book is published or not. As long as he knows that, and you can agree on a fair price and a timeline, you're golden.

Sorry about the headache, babe.

And to do that, you need to be compensated, whether the book is published or not.

No. No damned way. My ire is officially up and this is a challenge.

I am not going to be shit on by some twentysomething infant who thinks the American book-buying market is composed of hip urban 20-year-olds.

I am doing this book, one big tight fraught breathless suspenseful look at that world from the POV of the elite men in it. It's going to be so damned good, it'll leave any editor breathless. I'm going to write it and knock it out of the park. This one is going to make some Barry Bonds' splashdown home runs look like bunts.

I am all the way pissed off. I don't give a fuck if I ever see a dime. I'm going to write this and it's going to make Daymond happy.

What's more, it's going to get filmed, one way or the other.

Watch me. It's getting done.

And my head probably would stop aching if I stopped slamming it against the fucking desk.

Boy, deb knows how to throw a gauntlet!

Go deb with the righteous indignation!

Sweet. Aside from the headache.

I am doing this book, one big tight fraught breathless suspenseful look at that world from the POV of the elite men in it. It's going to be so damned good, it'll leave any editor breathless.

And I applaud you for it. I just don't want to see you get screwed, is all. For me a lot of writing projects are about paying for the groceries. I also write a lot slower than you do, though -- taking the time to write that book on spec would kill me, financially.

For me a lot of writing projects are about paying for the groceries. I also write a lot slower than you do, though -- taking the time to write that book on spec would kill me, financially.

Normally I'd be nodding. But not this time.

Because apart from everything else? That sit-down with Montel in LA is contingent on us continuing this project. And that's where I get to push the Kinkaids.

Everything I write at this point has some connection to me getting the Kinkaids out there. I honestly rank everything else lightyears below that.

SMP will have the first chunk of New-Slain Knight before August ever shows up. They can pay for my groceries.

loves Deb with a big ferocious love

Anything you need, bebe.

Damn. Just caught up in this thread. My head is spinning - but I'll bet mine has nothing on yours.

If Demond is willing to pay an advance, there is no reason he shouldn't though. I mean if he offers there is no reason turn it down is there? For that matter no reason not to ask Cause I wanna see a writer friend of mine get rich from it so I can live vicariously through her.

If Demond is willing to pay an advance, there is no reason he shouldn't though. I mean if he offers there is no reason turn it down is there?

No, but he won't, unless it's for the possible film stuff. And right now, I wouldn't take it. I am seriously pissed off and I'm going to make these cloistered little no-nothings eat their words and eat my dust. (and yes, that "no-nothing" is supposed to be spelled that way. It should be in quotes: No! NOTHING! Assholes.)

For that matter no reason not to ask Cause I wanna see a writer friend of mine get rich from it so I can live vicariously through her.

Screw vicariously. There will be real rich and a place in Tuscany for people to come hang.

waves PomPoms.

which is ironic, really, what with being a Pom herself.

Go Team Deb! You bloody SHOW them, girl!