Here is a story.

Once upon a time, there were two girls goofing off during AP History. I mean, they weren’t supposed to be goofing off, but it was ridiculously easy when thirty kids were literally crammed into the classroom–oh, and on top of that, this was the first year of the Laptops. They gave all of us old Dell computers and said we HAD to use them in class, can you believe it? (I have no idea if this is still a thing, they might have actually gotten wise by now).

Anyways, there were these two girls. Actually, there were a bunch of them, and they sat in the back of the class despite being really quite good students. It was a bit of a diverse group–well, not really, all smart girls, and two of them were named Emily, but this was the first time they had actually all communicated with each other. So that happened, and friendships formed.

And it just so happened that two of these girls were taking the opportunity to write during this class (it was an easy one to do so in–and I don’t mean to brag, but this is where I perfected the ability of pretending to take notes). It was not Emily and Rosi, but Rosi and someone else. But Emily quickly became the proofreader/copy-editor for them both. So it became a triad, two writers and Emily helping them. This went on for the entirety of that year, and the entirety of the next year, too.

And then college happened, and one of these girls went off in one direction, and one in the other direction. And, you know, Freshman year was an exciting time, but they still made time to chat and hang out when they could. They had discovered this mutual love of YA novels along the way, and they spent hours discussing those…and TV shows, and roommates, and crazy college happenings, and all those things. And they went to a Book Festival and had the time of their lives. And they kept doing their thing–one of them kept writing, over and over, with varying intensity, and the other kept reading and telling her what worked and what didn’t. And this is hopefully the way it will go until they both finally publish a book.

Oh, and they also started a blog together. NBD.

Why am I telling you this? Because, friends, today is a fun day. Today is…

Emily’s birthday! 

So I want you, lovely readers,  to join with me in obnoxiously singing ‘Happy Birthday’ (or, if you’re just a troll, Taylor Swift). Or, you know, just celebrating in general.

And Happy Birthday, Co-Author.

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