Whoever comes in next, please with the couch? I'm over here on this side... head under leg. Usual place. Helpful if you are zaftig and you want to bounce a bit. Writer from an online group I left who couldn't write her way out of a paper bag (I mean, seriously... woudn't know a story arc if you colored it in ROYGBIV) finished her FIRST DRAFT. QUERIED IT. Had rep in three days.
WHY NOT MY CRAP?
This has to be a cosmic message that I suck. There's no other explanation.
Stories like that are why my liver is in the shitty condition it's in.
Kellion said something a gazillion pages back about a washing machine meltdown being a fair price to pay for a zero R-Day. I laughed.