My wife comes out of her office and stops short. "What?" she says in an alarmed tone.
I look up. "What what?"
"Why do you have that look on your face?"
"What look?"
"You looked so...grim."
"Oh. Sorry. I was being Batman."
"Oh. No, I'm sorry. Go back to it," she says, heading back into her office.
One of the nice things about being married to another writer is you don't have to explain what it's like when you suddenly find yourself writing dialogue for a scene when you're actually right in the middle of washing the dishes.
So. Many. Times. <3
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