Wow, I have a boring alert, LOL. She's unnamed, she doesn't do much. She basically sips Mai Tais on the beach like a slacker. I pretty much have to sit down and say, okay, I'm going to write a story. What's it going to be about? Then she'll finally get off her beach towel and point to something around my apartment. Like my dying fish. Or cough syrup. Or something religious. Or in a few rare instances, one of the challenges posted. But I'm also a mean partner. I do so much work that the last thing I want to do these days is write; I don't let her out of her resort as often as I should.
JD
