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Not My World

So I just got off the phone from a conference call with my agent and somebody else’s agent (you know their stuff) and we discussed the possibility of various options for Dragonbreath, none of which I am going to talk about now, and would ask that y’all refrain from speculation, since I can’t say anything, and in the way of all things, even if somebody DID option it for something, odds are good I would get a nice little check and then Absolutely Nothing Would Happen, and then maybe sometime in the future someone else would be interested and if lucky, I would get a nice little check again.

Such is the dance of options.

I have been on con calls before where the subject under discussion was Digger, or was a story I hadn’t even written yet and I was basically just brainstorming for hire (none of which led to anything with that particular client, but one of which ideas became Bread Wizard, so hey, nothing is ever wasted.) Nothing has ever come of it, but hey, nothing ever comes of these things ’til it does, so you gotta keep taking the calls.

So I listen and occasionally I make an appreciative noise or ask a question.* They talk about budgets and merchandising and quote numbers that would set me up for life if anything actually happened (which it almost certainly won’t.) I make more appreciative noises, because this is sort of like telling me how high the lottery jackpot is today–yes, that IS a great deal of money, but the odds of me taking it home are nearly non-existent, so I don’t get excited.

But it comes home to me now and again that This Is Not My World.

OTHER AGENT: If you’re in front of the computer right now, you can look up this company…

ME: Helen, you’re gonna have to google that, I’m pulling weeds.

MY AGENT: (starts laughing.)

OTHER AGENT: …you’re WHAT?

ME: Pulling weeds. Uh, it’s not that I’m not taking you seriously, I swear, but I only get good reception out in front of the house, and then I’m right there and there are these weeds…

MY AGENT: (still laughing) See? Makes…total…(ahaha)…sense…

OTHER AGENT: (plaintively)  …I have never had anyone say that to me on a con call before.

He seemed nice.

 

 

*Everyone is very kind and answers these questions as if they are not deeply inane or betraying a total ignorance of the industry in question. I am plagued, not by the feeling that I am asking stupid questions—I long ago stopped worrying about THAT—but by the feeling that I don’t know which questions I SHOULD be asking. My agent asks the important ones, or hires the people who then ask the important ones. This is why agents are lovely.

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.


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I definitely envisioned cackling and a bbq as well. Plus lighter fluid and possibly a flame thrower, just for fun. ...My family is awesome.

Umm.. there's another way to light a BBQ? One that doesn't involve improvised pyrotechnics?

Apparently some people use these long matches that keep your hand away from the flames. *scoff*

What? No, no, you use a blowtorch.

*nod nod* Or carry a burning newspaper from the wood stove to the outside bbq like my dad.

The Purdue approach uses a lit cigarette and a bucket of liquid oxygen.

I've tried that, ever seen concrete burn?

The mistake I made was pouring the LOx onto the charcoal, and leaving it a few minutes so it soaked in...more-or-less instantaneous combustion, which melted the oil-drum grill and dumped hot coals and left-over LOx onto the concrete, which ignited... basically, one massive *FOOM*! a fireball, and a glowing crater where the grill was.

OMG. For real? That must have been awesome!

In retrospect...and from a safe distance yes. At the range I was at, it was more an 'Emergency pants moment' really.

Which only really means that I'll be trying it again, from a safe distance and with video recording this time.

:D They sound awesome indeed.

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