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lot of WordPress writers are taking part in NaNoWriMo which, to my brain, reads like “No Mo Writing.” Writers are supposed to churn out 50,000 words during the month of November.

I’d try to do it but I don’t have enough to say.

Besides, my fiction would go something like this.

One night he got drunk. He kept drinking for fifty years. He drank beer. In cans. He tossed the empties in his backyard. Imagine all the heartaches and cheers in fifty years of beers.

That’s it. That’s all you need to know about that guy’s life.

Where’s the 50,000 words in that?

It’s like this photograph. It says just about all you need to know about fall. What more could I add?

So. I won’t.