Because this just seemed like the sort of thing that belongs on this blog
Girls outdo guys at ogling
Women are worse oglers than men – despite the widespread belief they are less physically focused.
Scientists used eye-tracking technology to pinpoint what people looked at when shown a series of sexy photos, reports The Sun.
They expected women to be more interested in faces and men in the naughty bits – but it was the other way round.
Dr Heather Rupp of the US-based Kinsey Institute said: “Men looked at the female face much more than women and both looked at the genitals comparably.”
So, there you go.
Today is a beautiful day, with temperatures approaching seventy degrees. This would almost be too warm for comfort, except there’s this cool breeze blowing now and then, just to cool things off. What else could you ask for?
I am therefore going out onto the balcony with a comfortable chair, a notebook, a freshly-filled fountain pen, and a bag of pretzels that no one will care if they leave crumbs on the ground.
Last night, I typed up about half of what I’d hand-written for the Rome novel so far, and was pleased to see that it was around four thousand words of text that I enjoyed reading as I typed.
Even later last night (something I paid for when I got up very early this morning) I kept writing where those handwritten bits left off. Earlier in the week, failing to remember the gist of where I’d left off when I wanted to do some writing (and was not at home) I picked a scene that I knew came a little ways ahead and I started writing from there. I got about fifteen pages handwritten from that point. So last night and this morning, I wrote the bit that bridged the two scenes together, and it worked very well.
It also, without intending to, solved a minor problem that I was expecting in another ten pages or so.
I noticed that with my last novel as well, now I come to think about it. I’ll anticipate a problem ahead (Problem: I know why Our Hero goes into the hold of the ship; I don’t know why the guards and the crew let him) and mostly ignore it, because I’m busy with the actual writing stuff. By the time I approach the problem, something has happened in the text which explains it away perfectly, and I don’t have to consciously do anything to try and fix it (Solution: The guards think he’s going after the guy who tried to kill Our Hero, failed, and was thrown in the hold with other people; the guards are wrong, that’s not the reason, but they let Our Hero down anyway and hope for a good brawl).
So, off to the balcony to write. I already said that. Time to find out what happens when Our Hero’s fever breaks and he is approaching sane for the first time in a long time (how long? He’ll find out shortly.)