That Time I Emailed Megan Whalen Turner

Wow, that makes it sound like it happened forever ago and I'm just now remembering it because I don't have much space in my brain for those writer people.

Actually it was yesterday morning, and I was biting my nails and then my knuckles when those were all gone because I was so nervous.
I don't know why. She probably gets thousands of emails every day.

I know, you guys aren't listening to me because you're distracted by what the email contained. Busybodies. But so you'll listen to me the rest of the time, I'll tell you. It was a short story I had written that was inspired by one of the legends in The Thief. Never once in a thousand years did I consider the possibility of copyright infringement by writing what some might consider a derivative work without the express permission of the copyright holder.
Oh great. That makes it sound like she got really mad and pressed charges and now I'm going to jail. It's okay. She didn't even read it. She sent back a nice little note that was definitely not a form letter, just to tell me that she read the note but not the story because of possible infringement. She said, and I quote, 'I am delighted that my work has been an inspiration and I hope you will keep writing.'

In Which I Talk To Myself Again

What to blog, what to blog, what to blog.....
Oh hi there, random reader!!! I'm blogging!!!
Errr, make that "trying to figure out what to blog." But hopefully, if you're very observant, you already knew that.
What I planned to do today was write a character sketch on either the Duke or the Count. But I'm in a serious bind, because I really can't write about them without giving them an actual name. So I plan to spend my day on baby name websites, trying to find the perfect ones.
Which still leaves me with a lack of post-able material. *sobs* I tried so hard....
The questions I usually try to ask myself to get me in a blogging mood didn't work.

Me: How are you feeling today?

Me: I dunno, kinda tired I guess. Even though I slept until 11:00 this morning.

Me: *stern face* Why did you sleep so late?

Me: I was up reading, okay?! It's what normally-weird people dooo!!!! Besides, it was one dinglehopping whizwhacker of a book!! (yes, I sometimes use the term "dinglehopping whizwhacker" in conversations with myself. My spellcheck hates me for it.)

Me: *sighs in a mature, disinterested way* What book?