My boss has suddenly decided that I should pursue a career as a writer. This would be lovely to hear if I didn’t know that her opinion was based entirely on my extremely hurried editing of a radio commentary she wrote (I got it from 11 pages to 3), and one silly line I came up with to make the point about Coca-cola using Harry Potter to sell their product to kids. She’s really into it now, though. She sent me an e-mail after I left work today to thank me for the editing again and offering her assistance and encouragement. I’m doomed.