the memories of writers
Tonight I went to the first New York City Nanowrimo meet-up. Several of the folks who now lead the NaNo effort in NYC were part of the riotous group in 2002 who got together when the boards for the site were in their first incarnation.
They remembered me, and I them. We fell into laughter and conversation as if no time had gone by. I love this town.
They remembered me, and I them. We fell into laughter and conversation as if no time had gone by. I love this town.