True story, Bev.

I wrote about it in a locked-down livejournal entry a couple of months ago. One more thing I'd forgotten about, that ring, until Marlene reminded me. She remembered the miscarriage I had, too. Someday, if the memory and the drabble topic combine on that one? I'll sweat it out.

Anyway, as Buffy put it, there's always a talisman...

The ring sounds absolutely incredibly beautiful, and just like something you'd give him. I had no doubt it was real. I'm just glad, if you are, that you've remembered it.

It was beautiful. It had tiny, perfectly crafted silver finger tips holding the mounted carved piano key in place.

Damn.

Go Deb!

I would be having way too much fun coming up with a psudonym at this point, myself.

As much as I'd love a very British pseudonym, the books in question are set here; one in SF, in one LA. Literate horror.

Also want something that puts me midshelf or above, eye level. I'm thinking D-H in the surname.

Deb, has anyone ever tried to play the MS card in promoting or reviewing your books? Something like "persevering through the hardships" and all that?

connie, nope. But I'm going to play it myself, I think, by writing a submission piece for "My Turn". And if we do this Morning Show thing, it'll get played, believe you me.

After the kind of meltdown my body went through last night, I figure I might as well exploit this fucking disease, since it's certainly exploiting me.

Deb, is your maiden name closer to the top of the alphabet? I was thinking about a middle name and maiden name, so it would still be your name on the book, just a different part of it.

(Also? Very good to see you here and typing).

At long last, an email from the editor of the "Clowns of the Apocalypse" story

'bout time... I was getting anxious for you!

I'm really pleased about my clown story. Because it's actually a nice sly pro-choice story

Late entry on the go deb front, but I just had to jump in... I love, love, love that story. Not sure if I should quote any of it here, so I will paraphrase that the line involving clutching the handle bars like a dying miser would his worldy wealth was just genius. Reading submissions for the CW journal right now and they've been fairly iffy... Your strong original writing (complete with plot! you wouldn't believe how many rambling excerpts we get!) replaced my nightcap and renewed my faith in the world for one night. With your permission might I read it to my grandma who's awaiting heart surgery in hospital right now? I think she'd get a huge bang out of it...

Cindy, nope; begins with an S.

Ironically - hoo, boy, is it ironic, to those who know why - the single most visible letter to the casual browser tends to be H.

Man. Nic would shoot me. I wouldn't blame him.