Jon Carroll tells me something of which I could have remained blissfully ignorant for the rest of my life.
I have actually written naked, for the usual reasons - an extremely hot day, an extremely tight deadline - and it's no fun at all. I stuck to the chair, so getting up involved a fair amount of pain. I then tried a beach towel draped over the back of the chair, but the towel stuck to me too, so when I got up I looked like a naked man wearing a terry cloth Superman cape. There may be images that say "seriously crazy" better than that, but not many.
I went into the kitchen to make myself a sandwich. "Back away from the knife," my wife said.
You may rest assured that I am always fully clothed when cranking out this humble blog.
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