The point of the story is: I've known about this book for quite a long time. When the editors first started asking for submissions, I became thrilled at the idea of this book and knew I wanted to submit something to it. So, I came up with a couple of story ideas, started writing, got bogged down and lost in the writing, and never submitted anything.
While I started reading the stories in the finished book (while feeling a little jealous about it's shiny and clever cover, as well as the awesome illustrations at the front of each one), I kept thinking about the stories I didn't finish. Once upon a time, in one of MoD's emails or blogs, I remember reading that if this book sells well, then they will consider making a second book on the same premise.
Suddenly, a story that I've had in the back of my mind jumped up and kicked me in the frontal lobe, announcing that it would work just wonderfully as a MoD story.
But that's silly, I told the story, why would I work on writing a story for a market that's not even open. Instead I should be working on things that I can actually submit and share when I'm done with them.
My protests did not, however, stop the story from jabbering in my ear and making a general nuisance of itself, insisting at grabbing my attention at every turn to the point that I finally had to give up on reading for the night and go to bed. At which point the story continued to lay itself out in a provocative display before me, dazzling me and enticing me with plot, dialog, and clever descriptions.
There is no winning against such an onslaught. So I dragged myself out of bed, scrambled around for the nearest legal pad and pen, and began my bleary eyed scribbling -- bleary eyed not only due to exhaustion, but also because I'm half blind without my contacts in.
In the end, I had several pages filled with practically illegible writing, consisting of a nearly finished scene and some outline notes for the rest of it. I'm sure I'll have a fun time deciphering the mess later.
But all I cared about was that the beast was appeased, and I was allowed to sleep.
ETA: I think I may know a way to make this story work without the MoD element to it, which would make it viable for other markets. Hrmm....
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