During NaNo this year, I found myself muttering darkly that maybe I woldn’t do it next year, because it was such a goddamn chore this year.
But last night when Twon and I were chatting after we had both crossed 50k, we found ourselves planning for next year’s NaNo.
Maybe all hope is not lost.
Or maybe we’re just masochists.

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