However.
I. Cannot. Stand. To be in a room where someone is reading an actual manuscript.
My parents are down to visit and to proof TQB. They're downstairs reading it. I don't even like being in the *house*! I want to run away! Blee! Blee! Blee!
It's ridiculous. It's absurd. I *know* this. And yet every time, it gives me the heebie-jeebies.
On the other hand, it damn near guarantees I'm going to be in my office huddling at my computer for the next three days, typing away so I don't have to think about the horror of someone reading my manuscript somewhere else in the house...
