There is an equation every writer has to work out for themselves. That equation is how long can I glue my ass to this chair and type before my butt goes numb? It has constants – number of words to be typed, the number of hours in the day. It has differentials, such as how much lumbar support you have, how cushiony your seat, or how often you cross and uncross your legs.
And I have been attempting to perfect this equation all week.
Luckily, I recently found a coffee shop in Los Angeles with vaguely comfy chairs and good lattes, that makes my fingers fly faster (but also has the residual effect of creating typos with more frequency). Unluckily, everyone else knows about this coffee shop.
Like, I said, there are equations to be balanced when writing.
More writing this week, but the countdown to The Summer of You, so there are going to be very cool things coming up in the near future.
Until next week, happy reading!