Mama: Did you get much work done today?
Me: I wrote more than a thousand words on Elevator People.
Mama: Oh, good! Progress! (she said, knowing this to be something to celebrate)
Me: Yeah. But my main character is going off on a tangent.
Mama: How so?
Me: Well, there are suddenly all these romantic meanderings.
Mama: This is the sci-fi story, right?
Mama: Romantic meanderings. Male main character?
Mama (nodding): Men will do that. You have your work cut out for you.
(NOTE: I post this with only the greatest affection in my heart for my male readership. Bring on the romance, gentlemen.) : )