And NO! I'm not talking about sex.
I'm talking about the phone. Once again one of my characters is on the phone.
I swear, every book has something that becomes exceedingly repetitive because my characters insist on doing it over and over and OVER again.
In my last book, they shrugged. A lot. Okay—constantly. They shrugged so much, I think they had permanent neck, shoulder and back injuries by the time I hit 400 pages.
In this book, they are on the phone. A lot. Okay, constantly. I’m thinking I should pull a Fringe and have the phone permanently wired into their skull, so they can go hands free (those hands should be free hands in case they need to shoot their guns) while they are talking on the phone.
If I didn't know better, I'd think I was writing about a gaggle of teenagers.