Unshaven due to deadline? Check.
Hand brace to avoid RSI? Check.
Strange Horizons t-shirt? Check.
Stack of anime DVDs? Check.
Aggressively messy desk? Check.
Geeked-out dual-monitor computer set-up complete with Web cam? Check.
Haven’t seen anyone but family and pets in over a week? Check.
Employing mediocre Photoshop talents to avoid actual work? Check.
When was it exactly that I became the stereotype of a science fiction writer? Because, baby, I’m so there.
Yes, I know, top of the geek food chain and all. But, come on.
And now I’m off to find a woodchipper.