Megan searched for something to say, something to get Dan out of her cubicle, or to get her out of her cubicle. But everything she was coming up with would be a pejorative, belittling either herself, her job, or Dan, or his job.
Wish I'd started the fiction writing part earlier than 2005. Then I'd have more than a bunch of rough draft novels and screenplays, and a couple of unfinished short stories. But I'm working on it.