I tried to strip Mouse King down to the hijacking character's story. Limited success. I wonder if it's too soon and I don't have the right amount of distance from the critique yet. I then made the very tragic mistake of giving the purported reader more information about the character's magical ability and had my hand smacked. I *liked* saying she had a magical pheromone and anyone who came near her thought of bedding her, but was told that was science fiction, not fantasy, and was too much detail. Oh well. It's tricky, finding this line between too much specificity and too little, especially in this kind of writing that should edge neatly along the border of the erotic. Not to mention that it's *my* story and in the end, if I really want it to be a pheromone, it will be.
As I've lost my roommate for World Fantasy, I should have time to write. There aren't a lot of panels, but there are lots of readings I want to attend. Thursday. Aieee. catrambo says she's off to get her hair done. As usual, I never made the appointment, so if I call today, I can have my hair done AFTER I get back. As a way of saving money, it works.