As always, life tends to get in the way of best-laid plans. I lost my dad on Nov. 17, 10 days before his 81st birthday, so NaNoWriMo (and everything else, really) went by the wayside. I'd just like to say that my father was a great influence on me and a powerful force in getting me to start writing again after many years of putting it off for one reason or another. He always asked me, "Krista, how is your writing coming along?" or tell me in his usual annoying parent voice, "You need to be writing!" Well, it worked. I hope he enjoys what I have done with the written word, even if it is from the other side. He had a great deal to do with it.
I love you, Dad! Happy Birthday!
