We're supposed to fill this out; we'll keep it short. Here we go. It was a typical post-class Monday at our regular grad school bar, drinking off 2 plus hours of writing workshops with the champagne of beers and a mix of top 40s, and our classmates waxing poetic about content vs. structure humming in the background. With a nudge from a mutual friend, our Nonfiction and Fiction circles overlapped, and we found ourselves chatting away. Or, in John's retelling, he did most of the chatting and Daniella did most of the standing there apathetically. Anyway, after that, there were more Mondays, and then some Wednesdays, weekends, then months, and years, and two cats, and here we all are now, ready for another adventure together and excited to share it with all of you.