I indicated in my post from the LTUE Conference that I need to come up with a nemesis. Why? All of the greats had one. Sherlock had Moriarty. Laurel had Hardy. Woody Allen has fathers everywhere.
I think my nemesis should probably be a writer. So I’m going to compile a list of possible names. And no, this isn’t like Arya Stark’s list, I don’t wish any of these people evil. I just need a yin to my yang, an Oxford to my comma, someone who can keep my ego in check as I languor in obscurity.
Without further to do, here is my working list of names:
Larry Correia (made fun of me on Facebook)
Steven King (note the different spelling — more obscure, closer to my level of famous-ness)
Philip K. Dick (might be dead)
Mary Robinette Kowal (possibly Jane Austen / immortal / time traveler)
Karen Eiffel (might not be real)
Brandon Mull (nicer than me)
Todd Gallowglass (nicer than Brandon Mull)
Christy Dorrity (better dancer than me)
C Michelle Jeffries (caution — tougher than me)
Devon Dorrity (prettier than me)
Cindy Hogan (better at promoting than me)
Christopher J Garcia (better hair than me)
Amber Argyle (better writer than me, more awards, also … prettier than me)
The entire staff at McSweeney’s
The staff at Cracked
Michelle Witte (editor upon whose advice I rewrote my manuscript)
The list is a work in progress and may change as I become lavishly famous and purchase a castle. Maybe even Richard Castle. I’ll pass it on to Assistant Steve to generate a scorecard or reality show or something.