Who Knew Writing Was A Spectator Sport?

As I sit here writing I'm thinking about charging admission. What's with these guys? The first one has been sitting just two feet away from me watching me through the window for the last two minutes as my fingers fly over the keys. And Atticus is sitting about three feet to the left of me. By their rapt attention you'd think I was the most exciting guy in the world, and not one of the most boring.