Not gonna lie, flushing Pol Pot down the loo would be very satisfying.

All right, just so no one thinks I'm too much of a huge crybaby I'm happy to report that I started a new story and am very much enjoying it. I'm only about eight hundred words in, which is 2% of the final product, but 2% is better than no percent, so, uh, yay! I'm sure I'll be right back to hating life when I actually have to come up with a plot, but for now my heroine and her inappropriately-named goldfish are giving me that giddy flush of authorial joy, and it seems good to record that for posterity.

So. Noted.