meaghano:

We were decorating our storyediting folders like 9th graders and trying to think of who we could ask to write our forward. “it’s on the tip of my tongue!” Melissa said from the couch. “me too!” I squealed and said I’d go look at my books for ideas and walked into my room.

“oh, Joan didion. That’s who I was thinking of,” she called after me. “oh yeah, ha me too.” “not gonna happen.” ” Oh. I was thinking of anais nin.” “ha. Dead.”