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13. A photo of your best friend(s). 2009. Sean, Jake, Tony, me. Sean's backyard. Photo by Sarah Larson.

Over the years, I’ve been blessed with many great friends, and these are amongst the best.

Today, for the first time in the 6 years I’ve done NaNoWriMo, I actually wrote with another Nano’er. Wendy and I met over at Stella for gigantic bowls of coffee and some writing discussion and some writing. As much as I talk about NaNoWriMo with people, I don’t know a whole lot of people who are actually doing it. It was nice to get out of the house, off the couch (and onto another couch), break some of the isolationism of writing, turn it into a social event, exchange some ideas. Wrote exactly 1000 words. Here are a few of them:

“Company policy,” Tammy started, “is that salaried employees don’t receive overtime. End of story.”
“I see. And yet, I know an employee who is salaried and also receives — “ I stopped mid-sentence. “Tammy, we’re going around in circles here.”
“If Therese has a different arrangement, that’s her business. If I were you, like I said, I’d pay more attention to my own business.”
Under my breath, I said, “If you were me, you’d be good looking. And thinner.”
“What was that?” Tammy asked, her face reddening.
“I said, ‘Stiff blue per three, stewed see wood cooking. Bland dinner.’”

Sometimes I amaze even myself.