Typus Interruptus
Posted on September 12, 2005 Posted by John Scalzi 8 Comments
So close to being done with The Ghost Brigades that I can taste it.
So naturally, I have to spend the morning in the car dealership, getting the car fixed.
Urg.
(Yes, I could bring the laptop. Trust me, I can’t focus.)
John, I worked on the latest project on a cramped MD-88 flying between Atlanta and Cincinnati with no seatback tray.
The sex scene I wrote made the guy next to me uncomfortable.
Do you think the entire SF Muse Community is going to take a smoke break after you, me, and Charlie finish? *g*
Oh, wait. They’re already on a smoke break.
That’s why we’re not DONE!
*cries*
The sex scene I wrote made the guy next to me uncomfortable.
That’s one way to keep people from chattering at you for the entire flight.
What I want is for those malevolent SF muses to LEAVE ME ALONE WHILE I’M AT MY DAY JOB. By the time I get home and try to summon some of the juicy ideas, all that’s left are crumbs. Stale crumbs at that, mixed with cat fur.
That’s a bugger. Good to hear you’re almost finished. How late are you now?
I shouldn’t talk. My next book’s due December and I haven’t started yet . . .
Congrats on being in the tasting zone.
The sex scene I wrote made the guy next to me uncomfortable.
That’s one way to keep people from chattering at you for the entire flight.
Why do I think the sex scene thing would only offer protection for male writers? With male seatmates …
Hah! I beat you. Finished Specials last night at 5:38.
Reason #26 to live in NYC: No cars to break down.
But pre-congrats anyway, dude.
Am I the only one who read that as “typhus” interuptus, and thought “oh no! Scalzi has a disease!