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A Silly Complaint
Jan. 22nd, 2010 10:54 amYesterday, I wrote a totally gratutious scene that I absolutely adore. There are a number of things at play in it -- from the fact that I think science fiction novels SHOULD comment on each other/the field to the idea that, despite the fact that I've read some I've enjoyed, there's much about the whole steampunk fad I absolutely can't stand.
Mouse runs into a gaggle of what he calls "gear twinks," who are thinly disguised steampunk affectionatos.
And I have way too much fun with their conversation.
Anyway, Shawn is home. Hooray. I find that when she's back, I concentrate better. I get more done. You'd think this might be the opposite. But I kind of meander when I'm on my own. When I know people are depending on me, I do more.
It's weird.
Speaking of which, I need to get out of the coffee shop and back to home and no interwebs to distract me from writing.
Mouse runs into a gaggle of what he calls "gear twinks," who are thinly disguised steampunk affectionatos.
And I have way too much fun with their conversation.
Anyway, Shawn is home. Hooray. I find that when she's back, I concentrate better. I get more done. You'd think this might be the opposite. But I kind of meander when I'm on my own. When I know people are depending on me, I do more.
It's weird.
Speaking of which, I need to get out of the coffee shop and back to home and no interwebs to distract me from writing.