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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.)

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.)

By John Scalzi

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8 replies on “Typus Interruptus”

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.

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.

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 …

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