The guy who sits in the cube next to mine is talking to the guy who sits in the cube across from us. They’re whispering. Which is so not subtle. Especially when the conversation opened with something like ‘she needed to be put in her place. I hope I was direct enough’. If you’re still whispering about it, my guess is you don’t think you were. I can’t hear all of what they’re saying. I admit I’m not listening too hard.

I doubt it will turn into an all-out rumble. That just wouldn’t be professional. And honestly, I’d be frightened if people started throwing punches in the vacinity of my desk. Unless I was already at home taking care of an exploded hot water heater and only had to hear about it later, but that’s not really the same as witnessing it.

But that’s one of the reasons to write and read, right? To experience things you think would be fascinating, but know would terrify/damage/cause physical harm to you in real life. And ever since this amazing revelation I had the other night, I’m dying to write a full-blown, all-out, awesomeness frosted fight scene. Complete with explosions, and magic, and gods, and heroes.

And all I have to do is turn four millenia of apathy into pent-up passion and frustration released on an unwitting god that reads more like a Scooby Doo villian and can’t really hold his own amongst Loki, Lucifer, etc.

Ought to be a blast 😀

What do you enjoy writing/reading that you would never do in real life?