And then came NaNoWriMo, and lo did the fiction blogging community dry up and blow away like dust on the breeze…
Everyone wrote, true, hunched over laptops around the world desperately trying to expel the words that dwelt within them, but all attention had been turned to novels.
Many blogs went fallow for the month, but my Friday Flashes kept arriving, like clockwork, right on time, plunging into the emptiness.
Not that I was there to notice how little was going on. I was working on my own NaNo.
I’d prewritten my stories, you see, to stand in my place…
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