Years and years ago I had some poetry published, as had a friend. So he and I decided to try our hand at a novel. When it came my turn I changed the wording to make it sound like one voice. He objected,, so I told him to edit it. We never gave a thought to writing it as two people sharing an adventure, he died before we finished the third chapter. His daughter recently called asking if I wanted the chapters we’d finished. I told her to keep them…it wasn’t much fun without her Dad’s input. Years before a bunch of us at work would write with the idea of writing whoever was next into a corner. We could write as little as a word or as much as a chapter of so many words. That went pretty well until the ladies were writing a romance novel and the guys were turning it into an adventure story. It ended up dying on someone’s desk. I have the pages…on a long dead computer. We never gave a thought to combining the two stories into one, which would have been fairly easy with just a little editing….with more than twenty people contributing it was a bit of a nightmare, but workable with one editor. It was fun while it lasted….in a weird, adventurously, crazy way.