Yes, it’s a couple of months away, but we like to embrace suicidal struggles early on.
If you’re one of those who feel the call, feel chosen, feel destined to be a part of this event, an event that quite possibly results in the largest amount of grammatical loose stools the world has ever seen in a 30 day period, then let us know.
We plan to form some kind of Ernest Hemingway / Charles Bukowski Drinking Club for Writers (Writing Club for Drinkers?), meeting up in the Denver area at least once a week, during which we will imbibe delightful beverages, converse, and then – come morning – regret not writing anything the night before.
C’mon, I know you’re sold on the idea – join us!