For my grandma, Becky Downstairs
who dreamed I wrote 200 pages of my nano and still hadn't decided on a topic
and came up with a new idea for every paragraph I wrote
"You want to go see Burnt Taco tonight?"
"I can't. I have nano."
"Oh my god! Is it contagious?"
Labels: nano, writing
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