Nice simile @TE. I haven't had shower sex since my backside went through the wall. Dad came home, found the shape of my 'ass' and everything, it was terrible and a terrible shower conversion. These days - the sink most often, same category really. In the bath I'd probably kill her when I hit my revs. WE got a big problem with the bed, so squeaky, I sound like a sex maniac even sipping tea.
I was recently told I have a habit of specifying that characters are looking at things, often the people they're talking to, rather than simply saving word count by letting the reader's imagination do that for me. Tangentially, I'm also a serial overuser of glancing, when a simple look would clearly last too long! It's got to the point where I'll write a chapter then go back and cut out all of the looks and glances.
