I got an email from my imagination today. Here’s what she
had to say:
"This is your imagination. I know work, school, and general
craziness have been keeping us apart lately. But there's
something we need to do together this November.
It's called National Novel Writing Month. For it, we'll bash
out a 50,000-word novel, from scratch, in 30 days. You and
me. Writing a book. Together. I need you to sign us up.
Because I don't have any arms.
Of course I signed up. I can't remember the last time
I got an email from my imagination . . .