Chapter Seventeen: Starbucks admissions

Finally, a change of scenery. A breezy white cabin on a new ship. Sunlight replacing the dour Russian coastline. Summer's color-coordinated her outfit as well. More breakfast, more exposition, RW's acting weird and he doesn't even realize it... I love it, but will the readers?

I'll let you know once it's done and edited.

I was talking with some folks at the Starbucks inside the Barnes & Noble and the subject of NaNoWriMo came up. When they asked the genre I answered erotic SF -- stunned silence on their end. I mean, this _is_ Texas. I didn't mean to shock them, but I was feeling so honest, so comfortable in my creativity, that I didn't think to censor myself.

NaNoWriMo has been most liberating so far...