I took this picture at a neat little art gallery/shop in Berea, Kentucky during our last road trip. Unfortunately the place was closed, so I didn’t get a chance to peek inside the book or at least purchase a package of the cocktail napkins, which looked like a real bargain at $4.95.
But I can improvise. Here on the East Coast of the U.S., it is 9 PM right now. I am lifting my glass ( inexpensive California chardonnay) to you, my fellow W.I.N.O.S., in praise, gratitude, humility and a load of hooey for traveling together on this writing journey, NaNo or not.
And I propose a toast: Care to join me each evening at 9 (your time or mine – or what the hell, both) for a quick toast to all the friends we’ve made in blogland and beyond? (W.I.N.O.S. is gender-neutral, in my book. That “W” can stand for Writer, Wing-nut, Whatever — and that should cover most of the bases.)
(If you need a laugh with your wine and you are on Facebook, check out the NaNoWriMo page, where hundreds of people are offering (with varying amounts of shame) short summaries of what they are writing this month. Enjoy.)