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[thebitterguy]

LIfe just doesn't make sense sometimes.

I'm working on a project for someone. I've spent the past month (the first third of the time pre deadline) ruminating on the project. What I've been working on is a fantastic Arabian Nights setting.

I've created a central religion (taking elements from Islam, Zoroastrianism, and other fun stuff), worked on a history, created the starts of a society. I submitted a few hundred words of ideas to the managers.

Who, it turns out, have apparently assigned me something ENTIRELY different. Man. They do think I can do the first book, and then expand it into another few. Which is good. I just have a strange feeling like a train that's left the tracks.

Ah, well. In the morning, everything will be okay.

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[indicoyote.livejournal.com]

Heh. Don't worry about it. :o) I was talking yesterday to the guy who did a lot of work on the Phelan book, and he went through pretty much the same thing. ;o) It may be that this miscommunication happens a lot with them, especially with new writers.

In any case, I was also talking to Holmgren and Stewart today (Cons are fun. ;o)) and the book you're going to be working on sounds like it's gonna be really interesting, even in the mire limited form. Good luck! :o)