Please tell me I've not wasted six months on a Chandler badfic.

Susan, in Famous Flower, Maddy Holt's maiden name was Valroy, which somewhere over the centuries had metamorphised and been anglicised from Villeroi.

I feel your pain. Believability in one of those transitions, keeping the feel of the root without making it too confusing with other characters, can be tricky.

Believability in one of those transitions, keeping the feel of the root without making it too confusing with other characters, can be tricky.

Yup. I'm looking for something with identifiable Norman roots so that my more educated readers will think, "Wow, this writer did her homework." And I want it to have enough of an aristocratic ring that even readers who don't think, "Aha, he traces his roots back to the Conquest," will feel like it's a little incongruous for him to be lower on the chain of command than guys with names like Murray, O'Meara, and Wilcox, and will nod understandingly when they learn he's of aristocratic family that's fallen on very hard times. For now I'm waffling between Montmorency (too French?) and Langley (not aristocratic-sounding enough?).

ION, I'm no longer feeling like such a goddess for my editor/agent chair skills. One of the agents agreed to do it so quickly that I didn't have time to do my complete spiel on what we ask of them, and now that I've emailed her all the info she's balking at judging the finalists in our writing contest--says she has a policy of not judging contests. I have an email in to the conference chair asking what to do, but I'm really afraid I'm going to end up having to rescind our invitation. Which I'd really hate to do, because even though deep down I know they're human beings just like me, and it probably wouldn't make a difference one way or another for my career, I still think of editors and agents as demigods, keepers of the Holy Grail of Publication who must be flattered and placated at all costs.

I like Langley...although I'm not sure that I have background enough for my opinion to count... Good luck with the conference thing.

If she won't do what you need her to do, then you'll have to rescind won't you? The agent probably thought she'd just get a chance to talk to people or be on a panel.

Degree Drabble (100 words, slipping in under the wire)

Sometimes it is easy, even preferable. Being alone, having my own space, making my own schedule. I slip into solitude, comfortable and natural. Wednesdays mean I have to share again, bend my time around someone else.

Other times, his absence is a growling ache in my chest, a heavy loneliness weighing down my routines. I see him in everything I am doing, hear him in everything I say. I wait for the buzz of my phone: a text message from another anonymous airport or a few words between shows.

How much do I miss him? It’s a matter of degree.

Langley, from Langlois? Could work.

Commiserations on the agent-booking. They are tricky suckers.

Tep, it's Monday. Challenge?

edit: oh, Kristin, that's lovely.

If she won't do what you need her to do, then you'll have to rescind won't you? The agent probably thought she'd just get a chance to talk to people or be on a panel.

Well, she knew she'd be spending all of Saturday in group appointments with conference attendees.

I'm feeling really stupid now for not bringing it up, the more so because she's pretty high on my personal target agent list. If I have to rescind, that'll mean taking her off and hoping she never mentions that airheaded, annoying Susan W. to any of her colleagues.

t bangs head against wall

Susan, I'm sorry about the agent woes.

Deb, thank you. It bubbled up this morning and needed to be written.

Just talked to the conference chair, and we've decided it'll be fine to let her not judge, since we have five categories in the contest and are planning for six editors and agents. Phew!