I was working on my computer today at my favorite karaoke spot, and a regular we know fairly well walked up and leaned over to see my laptop.
“Whatcha working on?”
“Plotting a novel.”
His eyebrows shot up. “You’re making a novel?”
“Well!” He literally took a step back. “F***ing carry on, then!”
Carry on, I did. But it was much easier with his stamp of approval.