When not rampantly abusing the “research” excuse to surf the Web aimlessly during what should be quality writing time, Allegro Moderato sort of attempts to pen a novel of literary merit. Sadly, she must also eat, so she supplements her income by working in a pink office, which, on one wall, has a mural containing a giant purple butt. In her (rarely) free time, Ms. Moderato listens to music, tries very hard to play it, reads, conquers worlds, kicks mean boys in the shins, de-worms orphans in Somalia, peruses the dictionary, travels to exotic locales, kills badguys, campaigns relentlessly for the cause of good grammar and searches for the AIDS cure.
