A Real Boy

The housemate took me out to dinner last night to celebrate finishing the (very, very rough) rough draft of ...And The Kitchen Sink. And she mentioned to the waitress, as one does, that we were celebrating and why. Which was good; I need to practice this telling people I'm a writer thing, plus I got to trot out the elevator pitch for the book and all that.

Later, I came back from the bathroom to "...and then ninjas break into their house, and..."

People were talking about my book. People who weren't me.

That was so cool!