To business: Qwerty, the moderator of this beautifully kept fanfic forum, has suggested that I might get some, nay ONE, response re. To Whom It May Condemn if I left a reminder in this thread. My crappy fanfic appeared eight months ago. The response? Nut'n. Nada. Zip. (Lazenby880 is excused because at least he took an interest.)
There's a lot I could say:
1. TWIMC, in all honesty, isn't very good. If I use the word "Bond" once, I use it a thousand times. Dreadful. The plot sags like a poor souffle.
2. But I've spent a LOT of time and energy contributing to CBn's and MI6's fanfic sections, by writing feedback, promoting competitions and events, taking part in interviews, and generally being an eminently huggable person. I've encouraged people as much as I can.
3. I think I've subjected Bond fandom to almost 20 Bond stories/paragraphs. I'm a sadist and an egotist.

Yet here's the rub: I've written over 100 pages of a Bond story set in the 50s/60s (a rare thing in Bond fan fiction) and I've had one response from CBn, MI6 and JB&B respectively from people who have done more than glance at Icephoenix's wonderful cover.
I didn't and don't expect an avalanche of posts, memos, newspaper headlines and television interviews.

TWIMC was written specifically for fans of Fleming, though there are some cinemaBond jokes too. It certainly couldn't be described as a convincing story, but I tried very hard to imitate Fleming's voice and to cram in lots of Fleming in-jokes and riffs on famous scenes. And, a small point, just about everything mentioned in my preposterous story is fully researched. The ghost of Fleming insisted on it, even though I couldn't afford a researcher.
Whatever. I hold my hands up. This post is cantankerous. But it would be wonderful if someone castigated/appraised/tolerated a sentence or paragraph from TWIMC so I could learn from your comments. TWIMC is in limbo and I have absolutely no idea whether any of the ideas I used in it actually worked.
And I'm still a fluffy bunny. Except when I decide to curl my lip. Then all yo' bitches best get out my way.

*Revs Harley-D, burns rubber, the desert reverberates to lone leather-clad biker piercing the night*
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