The writing community is a sympathetic group.

You want to see my WHAT?!

Writing on a Monday.

While this may appear to be me giving direction to my character... it is, in actuality, my character spelling out to me exactly how this scene is about to play.

Way cheaper than therapy, too.

But beware: as Gandalf said, "I had to speak a word of Command. That proved too great a strain."

And there will STILL be a fricking typo or six in it.

We writers are nothing if not changeable.

Selective creativity is quite a feat.

Incoming!

No, no, any question but that! Well, and how long it is.

It's a looong way down, too.

Oh yes, I can. In fact, I must.

That look... almost pleading...

Well, it's delightfully cruel... but it DOES border on cliche.

The Matrix has you.

I have no memory of this place.

I was a precocious child, he said modestly.

That IS a conundrum.

Just another day at the office.

Now, that is one determined typo.

Writers r us.

Funny, it all seemed to make sense then.

Most delicious.

Workin' hard. Or hardly workin'... it's a matter of perspective.

Yeah, that went... remarkably well.

Let's hear it for lies of omission.

Like many writers, I can identify much more with that hapless side character.

Can confirm the math checks out.

That would certainly curdle MY blood.