Well, it's not that I think lurkers are going to steal my story. It just feels weird to have it not be a secret anymore. But I guess I'll leave it up as a reminder to myself that it's not the idea, it's the execution. And maybe leave the f-bombs, too, as a reminder that it's fine to control emotions, but I'm never going to be perfect at it.

Wizards of the Coast?

They're the game company that makes Magic: the Gathering and Dungeons & Dragons, and are owned by Hasbro. Them looking for original fiction is news to me, but I may be out of the loop.

I found a little bit about it online: [link]

So far I've only been able to find submissions guidelines, not a list of what they've published recently. Anyway, I'm waiting to hear back from the conference coordinator about whether this is someone who asked to meet me based on my contest entry. If so, I'm going to learn as much as I can about what he acquires and go to the appointment, since it seems stupid not to meet someone who's already interested in me. If nothing else, it's a connection. But if they just assigned me the appointment based on the genre of my book, I think I'll cancel, simply because I'd rather not make a big push to market it until I've at least finished the first draft.

I'm feeling a bit better about life this morning. I mean, if there can be multiple romance series about school friends with corny nicknames who fight Napoleon together, or friends with even cornier nicknames in a spy brotherhood, or large families with cornily memorable names, there's room for two series where Arthur Wellesley fights Napoleon in England, right? And if I sell this book, it's unlikely to come out before 2010 at the earliest, so by then the similarities to this one particular Temeraire book won't seem quite so stark. I hope. Maybe. I haven't completely recovered my optimism yet, and I have a little over a week left to buck up, because even if I'm not pitching to an editor at the conference, I need to be prepared to talk about my work with confidence and not apologize for it.

Turns out the conference organizers just scheduled the appointments for me because I'd left them blank.

Oh well. So much for that ego boost!

coughdrabblescough

Ooh, yeah, drabbles! I was thinking how disconnected I feel when I've got limited online time, but how I surely had enough time to do some drabbles. But then I forgot. So thanks for the prompt!

It's still "by the book," right?

I love my Doctor Who to bits and I'm afraid it had its way with me when I tried to write a drabble. So, full warning, spoilers for DW 4.13 in this one. I'll spoiler font for those who aren't up to speed with it. It probably won't make sense to those who don't watch Who, but the prompt just played into the series so well, I couldn't resist.

The Darkness

He said the memories would kill her.

Kill what made her special, spacial, space-time relative distance, diversion, divorce, divorced. No, she’d never been divorced. Never been married, married, married to Lee.

He said she couldn’t keep them.

Why did she have to give them up? They were hers, her children. That’s what made her special. They, they, he was special, spacial, space-time relative distance, distaff. No, he had no staff for all he was a doctor.

He made the rules.

She never followed them. Even in the library, she hadn’t done anything by the book, book, look him up.

YAY Sail!

Fantastic!

Hell, I had to give it the old college try. Just because I don't have long, tedious meetings to get my drabble on during them anymore, doesn't mean I can't write one, anyway.