Sad Weirdness/Weird Sadness
A couple of weeks ago, I decided that I would do NaNoWriMo this year to help me get back into some good writing habits.
I did it (and won!) in 2005, and then gave further attempts in 2006 & 2007 (although I didn’t finish those years), and then I kind of just fell off the map.
But – since this year, I am not in grad school or battling crippling post-partum depression/anxiety, I thought I’d give it a go.
I logged into my dusty nanowrimo account, and updated my info. Then I clicked over to my buddies page, and saw this:
That “cr_james” is my dad. NaNoWriMo was a big thing for him; he did it in 2009, 2010, and 2011, and actually wrote an entire first draft each year. It’s so hard seeing that there; chokes me up every time. I can’t, however, bring myself to remove him from list. (Although he didn’t add me back as a writing buddy, lame-o.)
I’m just so many emotions about this.
So- this year? I’m finishing, and this one’s for you, Dad.