You Can Either Read Bad Science Fiction Or Write It Yourself!

Buried lede — the rush hour commute on the F train from Brooklyn is really fucking long:

[Peter] Brett, 36, tapped out most of “The Warded Man,” which hit U.S. bookshelves last month, on his smartphone on daily trips from the Fort Hamilton Parkway stop near his Kensington home to his job in Times Square.

“I started out just trying to take notes. I’d sit on the subway, I’d get a good idea and I’d jot something down,” said Brett, who works in medical publishing.

“I got very fast at writing with my thumbs. I found myself writing more and more.”

Soon, he was averaging 400 words each morning and evening.

“I trained myself that at 8 a.m. and 5 p.m. every day when I got on the train, that was my writing time,” he said.

“I had about 45 minutes each way, and everyone who takes the F knows that 45 minutes can turn into an hour and a half.”

Brett went armed with an iPod to block out distractions, and he was prepared to fight for a seat.

“There’s no way to write with your thumbs when you’re standing up,” he said.

“I was raised to give up my seat to just about everyone. [Now] unless you’re really old or pregnant, I’m getting that seat.”