And so was born The Marathon. I can't go to San Fran to participate in the official one, but a friend (hi Sarah!) and I are writing our own marathon, roughly 700 kms apart, connected by technology and sheer will to write and write and write until we just can't write any more.
This is Hour One for me, rather later than I intended to begin, but begin I shall. As soon as I post this, I am picking up the pen and writing my story forward. I've left her (Caroline) in an awkward situation, and I've felt sorry for that for two days now. Must go and rescue her.