I hate to do research on anything. Typically when writing I stick with what I know, or on the chance that I branch out into unknown territory, I generalize. I'm working on a story now where that's impossible. The setting is a bit out of my realm of expertise, but it's integral to the story, so I have to do research. I swear, it's like being a kid again and knowing you have to do that book report when you really, really don't wanna! Ha!
I don't mind reading, but it's remembering! Call it old age, call it what you like, but I find I have to keep my notes very close at hand because I can't remember the important facts about the geography of the story setting to save my life. *sigh* One of these days I'll be able take a trip to research. Until now, I'll have to stick with a Compaq tour of the globe. Erg. The longer I research, the more I want to take a freaking nap!
On to other things... Did you hear about the Crocodile Hunter, Steve Irwin? My son used to watch that show on Animal Planet all the time. Anyway, Steve Irwin died yesterday (Australia is a day ahead of the US--so it reads he died on Monday). He got hit by a stingray barb. Apparently the barb went up under his rib cake a pierced a hole in his heart. *_* Here's the AOL news story link: Crocodile Hunter Dies at 44
I just sent hubby to the store for coffee ice cream and cinnamon buns. What a breakfast, huh? I hope someone has mercy on me and buys an Ab-Lounge for me for Christmas! I better go start the coffee brewing before he gets back.