from my email:-
We got this email today from your imagination. It was misaddressed to us, so we're sending it along to you. We hope it finds you well.
This is your imagination. I know work, school, and general craziness have been keeping us apart lately. But there's something we need to do together this November.
It's called National Novel Writing Month. For it, we'll bash out a 50,000-word novel, from scratch, in 30 days. You and me. Writing a book. Together.
I need you to sign us up. Because I don't have any arms.