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"My memory loves you; it asks about you all the time." -Johnathon Carroll

Happy birthday, Daddy.

It's been fourteen years since I handed you a present, and thirteen years since the last time we said good bye. It's a sharp pain. The other day me and Mom were talking about seeing strangers who look like you. I've been in three places where I saw a man who could have been your twin. I laughed, because one was wearing shorts. You almost never did. He was holding a beagle puppy though, and you always did like beagles. The curly  hair and ball cap hit close to home too. It was everything I had in me not to go up to that man and talk to you.

It happened when Jame was in the hospital one time too. That guy was you, except overweight. Dark, curly hair, a smile. Wrong, but familiar.

Once, I thought I saw you driving down the road in Crane. In a Ford truck, no less. And it was like a knife in the gut.

I haven't "seen" you in a while, but I do think of you when…

That Time I NaNoWriMo'd Again

I'm pretty sure I'm only writing the same thing over and over, except in different forms. I'm keeping up with word count--just barely. Enough to give myself a little boost every day for the next day, but it's tight. And scary.

The hero is probably breaking out of his shell too soon. The heroine is kind of flat and uninteresting. I'm praying that when I go back and read this again, it's going to be amazing.

It's a long time until I reach the next badge after hitting the 10k mark last night. Twenty-five thousand words will earn me another one. I can't wait and I dread it. As per usual, my carpal tunnel has decided flare up again. Sleeping in my brace last night was not a cure-all, sadly. I didn't figure it would be, so I guess I'll go at it again tonight. Sometimes it takes around two weeks before things align inside my wrists again. Right now, it feels like there's a funky catch in there. Like it needs to be popped, but won't. Not. Fun. S…