So far, it's emotionally barren. This story I'm working on, I mean. The story is adequate but the slash is nonexistent and I was counting on it to fill in the crater-like gaps in my plot.

If I had to describe this one in two words, those words would be "pedantic" and "dull."

This is what drove me away from writing in the first place. I lost track of the characters' emotional lives. My last three failed efforts (many years ago) were less stories than bland recitations of events.

On the other hand, I have decided (in Mallory's honor) to choose the title from a cheesy 70s era song. That will annoy her, which is the sort of thing I live for.

Word's grammar-check program is insane. It's demanding that I replace "we are" with "we is" in one sentence. How much trouble would it have been to hire someone with a basic knowledge of the English language for that part of the program?

Also? After I get locked up for slaying Bossyboots, can I count on y'all to send me letters in the slammer? Because I'm totally going to kill him if he brings me one more office supply to order or asks me to call someone and schedule an appointment for him or fix the erratic phone system or any of those other things he keeps bothering me with. That kind of sexism really pisses me off.

If he'd started working here and my job had been filled by a man, he wouldn't assume that one of his tasks was to put stamps on envelopes, would he?

Jackass.