Hey, Teppy, (and Deb, actually) if it's not stepping on toes, maybe a future drabble could be inspired by a song title? Or just a song?

Sounds good to me. Have bookmarked.

He said the next Buffy, he said, created by Tim Minear.

Did he really? How erroneous is his information? I'll bet he thinks Tim created Buffy, in addition to writing all those episodes.

Nice is better than funny. Next thing I know, I'm sending money to Israel.

Heh.

Oh, I had a revelation. I just realized that the reason I can't think of any RL fateful encounters is that I don't believe in fate. But, here's an attempt at an encounter that gained significance in hindsight.

Baseball on the brain, sorry.

They pace one another, growling, up the line toward first. Arroyo on the mound shrugs, sorry, slim shoulders and scrawny ribs. His massive catcher stalks, mask hiding his curses from view, inside of the line and always between A-Rod and the mound. His trick works, and A-Rod soon forgets the new bruise on his elbow. His neck cords up; you can read his lips; he invites Varitek to bring it, and is obliged.

When the pandelirium is over, they're ejected, of course. Arroyo on the mound stands aside, and finishes the inning quickly. He tries not to hit another batter.

Months later, in the playoffs, Arroyo leaves the mound to tag on the line to first. Before home crowd, God, and camera, A-Rod slaps away the tag and speeds to second, feigning innocence. The umpires confer, Arroyo crouching in the green, mouth open. Varitek stands up at home and waits, eyes everywhere. When the interference call comes, the crowd howls denial and heaves beer bottles. Arroyo retreats to the mound. He stands there, ignoring second base and the flying debris, waiting for Varitek to throw him the ball.

NUTTY! I saw that on the sports news last night and wanted to beat the umpire with a rock. BAD call. (edit - wait, did they fix it? It was clearly interference.)

Very excellent drabble, too.

My fate, or belief therein, is in the fate I actualise (this is clarification purposes only, mind you - neither lecturing or preaching, just explaining where it comes from for me). So all those meetings were ones that I created, set up, arranged in advance basically, for specific purposes.

This was his closest yet. He watched her buy Boy Scout popcorn, and join the line in the dry cleaner across the street.

Pulling his brim lower, he watched her blend in with her mundane surroundings.

Suddenly he was shoved from behind, knocking his hat askew and jolting the bag out of his grip.

"Sorry, sir," said the boy, picking it up.

"Give that here," he growled, barging forward to reclaim his tools.

He looked up, quickly, at the security camera he now stood under, face exposed. Then over, at her, smiling coldly from the back of a departing cab.

(For the record, yes, the umpires reversed the initial call and did mark A-Rod out for interference. As a result, the run he batted in did not score; if he'd just gotten tagged at first, that run would have counted.)

(Somebody asked Arroyo last night, "What is it with you and him?" and Arroyo, as is his wont, had no idea.)

Nutty, good - I didn't see the call reversal, because our TiVo had cut over to record something. Last I saw was that little prick Jeter, umpiring from the dugout.

I make no secret of my Yankee loathing, but I would, honestly, have been just as livid had the teams been reversed. Bad umpiring is bad for the game, period.

Can I put in a way-early request for beta readers? It's the Johnny Cash music anthology story, working title "The Gravekeeper's Memories of a Long Black Veil". A ghost story. Going to be a day or three, but begging early.

I'd be interested, Deb. I do know the song by heart. I guess they're doing songs Johnny Cash made famous? He didn't write it, although I think he was the first to record it.

Ginger, yep, songs he made famous.

X-posted with Natter:

I just got my November issue of Romance Writers Report. There's a rather chilling story of an author who had her home raided and her writing materials confiscated under the Patriot Act. She didn't want her name published, but she's multi-published with one of the RWA's recognized print publishers. She was researching what sounds like a romantic suspense novel set in Cambodia, so she searched websites, bought books online, and checked books out from her library on Cambodian history and current events, including landmines and terrorism, some of it connected to Al Qaeda. Some excerpts:

Interviewer: Did you have any reason to suspect you were being targeted for a raid, any advanced notice?

Author: No. Not a clue. Although, for awhile prior to the raid, I thought I was being stalked. Mail was missing from my box, I caught someone searching my trash, I saw a prowler in my yard and actually called the police. One of my neighbors saw someone watching from across the street--she wasn't sure it was my house or hers. She called the police, too--turns out they were taking surveillance photos.

The interviewer next asked her to describe the raid:

Author: The raid took place last fall, pre-dawn, and it lasted three hours. They banged at my front door first, damaged it coming in, displayed weapons, and threatened to kill my dogs. After that, imagine everything you've ever seen on TV, only worse. There were six male agents. One was in the "bad cop" mode the entire time, trying to intimidate me, yelling at me, threatening me. When I had to use the restroom, he sent an agent along to the bathroom with me. It was a multi-agency raid: Postal Inspectors (for the website/email end of it), the FBI, and three officers who would only identify themselves as Federal Police. They took so much--computers, photocopier, files, books, discs, computer programs, CDs of the music by which I write, contracts, absolutely everything I had connected to the writing world. They took pictures off my walls, my office television, pens, a case of paper, postage stamps...even now, after all these months, I still go to get something only to discover it missing.

She goes on to say they eventually brought her computers back, and according to her techie friend she had look at them, they're bugged. She got her disks back, ruined, but they still have everything else.

The search warrant they had was specific to her writing and research and included book titles. Though it wasn't on the warrant, they were very excited about the fact she owned the Writer's Digest "Scene of the Crime" series.

She's going on as she has before, but offers the following advice to writers who want to fly under the radar:

Don't buy your books online. It's tougher with the library issue because your check-out habits are monitored. Not every title, mind you, but...Homeland Security does watch some "flagged" books. Perhaps instead of checking out a book you think could be flagged, read it at the library [and] make notes or photocopies...

She also suggests using library computers for sensitive internet research.