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Just submitted my TV premise to a pilot competition. Deadline was Dec. 1, and I wasn't sure if that meant through tomorrow or by tomorrow, so I wasn't taking any chances. In a word, EEEEP. Is it normal to vacillate between thinking all I have to do is wait for my genius to be recognized, and thinking it was incredible, unforgiveable hubris even to have entered?

Well, I know it's not *normal*. Is it common? Ah, writerly neurosis, how I haven't missed you. Welcome home. Have some poisoned tea.

I have at least resolved my "what if it's a scam" anxiety by registering the presentation with the Writer's Guild of America West. Worst case, I'm out the $40 entry fee, which is a shame but not a disaster.

lalala, I'm beginning to see why everyone tells you to keep writing and submitting while you're waiting. Having one thing to worry about is nicely distracting from worrying about another. Okay, so now I'm gonna chew my nails off till the winners come in, but I'm much less anxious about whether Ellen Datlow will take If Only for SCIFICTION than I was yesterday.

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Oh, you used Thea. Cool. I got that from Thea Gilmore when I was doing name-scramble with you at dinner that night.

cadhla will be indirectly pleased.

Good luck with this hon.

*hugs*
LMG
now even sicker

Oh good, glad to please both of you, directly or otherwise.

I kept virtually all the first names we came up with at the Mass Brainstorming from Hell. Only Caitlin and Ben got changed, because I decided Caitlin + Christian was going to be Too Cute and make everyone hate them, and Gabe because I thought it would be confusing to keep thinking *our* Gabe. (He became Ben. At least for now. Possibly I should give in and call him Michael, since he's based on no less than three of them.)

I'm sorry you're sick. *cuddles you* Feel better, and we'll get together then.