Needless Anxieties, or, Sweating the Small Synchronicities
Christopher-not-Chris Rowe read a story at WisCon which had a character called Miss Charlie. I recently finished a story titled "Grandma Charlie and the Wolves." Am I in trouble with Christopher (or Gwenda)?
Alan Deniro's new weblog is called Goblin Mercantile Exchange. My newly-agented novel is titled Goblin Market. Will I have to pay Alan royalties?
David Moles's recent story "Planet of the Amazon Women" postulates a world on which all the menfolk (and men-cows, men-squirrels, and all them other technical words I can't be bothered to look up) have died out. I'm developing a story in which a genetic plague has wiped out male humans. If I write it, will I become David's intellectual property?
These are the things which keep me up at night. (OK, not really. But it's all a bit odd.)