Thanks to -- or perhaps despite -- all the suggestions I received for finishing my story that wasn't working right at the end, I did finish it. I then tried to submit it to Lightspeed, which led to a whole new host of problems.
Why can't Microsoft ever leave well enough alone?
I have, against my will, the latest version of Word, because a virus ate my previous version. The new version saves all its documents as ".docx" files, despite the fact that ".doc" files are now the industry standard all over the world. Lightspeed would not take a .docx file into the bowels of its automatic electronic submission system. Forty-five minutes of wading hopelessly through Microsoft's "Help" sections failed to help me with this. So I interrupted my son's workday to ask what to do. After giving me the lecture on how he told me I wasn't going to like the new Word, he gave me three options:
1) Build a time machine out of a DeLorean and go back to before my Toshiba got a virus.
2) Get the recipient to alter its compatibility protocols.
3) Convert the story to an earlier version of Word, thereby wiping out all the fancy things I paid money for in the new version.
Naturally, I took Door Number 3, following Kevin's instructions, and Lightspeed absorbed the story. I hope.
So I have words for Microsoft: $*(#%8&@$*%
Lake Superior State University in Michigan also has words. Every year on New Year's Day they issue a list of words that have, in the previous year, been so misused or overused that everyone is sick of them. On the current list includes:
"friend" used as verb
tweetaholic, retweet, twitterhead, twittersphere
"In these economic times"
"It's all good"
This leaves some people I know with nothing to communicate. Too bad they don't work for Microsoft.