I’m sitting the coffee shop, trying to write, and suddenly — inexplicably — I am overcome with a desire for bibimbop (비빔밥). Maybe with a small bottle of soju and some tea, but really this overpowering desire is all about that bowl of rice and stuff from Korea.
It’s random stuff like this which leads me to believe that I don’t brain the right way. I’m trying, like hell, to focus and write some more steampunk. This story is set in a place not unlike India and so you’d think if I was going to start craving anything it would be a curry or a nice pot of dhal, but no, not me. I’m fixated on a tasty treat from a peninsula a couple of thousand miles away.