Waiting Room Writing

So, Mom had to undergo an Uncomfortable Medical Procedure Requiring Sedation today, and needed a driver. That was me. I was warned that it would take a long time, and brought both my laptop and matociquala's Blood and Iron (which I think I'll have to write a short little something about, just as soon as I've finished it, especially since kphoebe just finished reading my copy of Tam Lin, and I'm struck by some similarities that are not the ones you'd expect. Except maybe they are. OMG this parenthetical statement is huge!).

The waiting room was, to put it plainly, Hell. It was the frozen kind of hell, where you wear a sweatshirt in August and are still cold, and the chairs are chilly plastic, and really bad pop radio plays quite loudly.

Also, there were no electrical outlets, so I only managed to get in about an hour and a half of typing before the laptop battery gave out.

But oh, what an hour and a half that was! You see, it happens that I was working on a scene where a couple of characters are running around barefoot and not-particularly-well-clothed in snow.

It's like that time I planned to write Valmai passing out, and fainted myself the day before - characters risking death by exposure? Robyn should be forced to sit around somewhere where it's about fifty degrees for four hours!

I'm just glad that whatever karmic force it is that plans this stuff doesn't take it too seriously. Actual death-by-exposure risk would've probably been too difficult to type through.