I'd like to say that NaBloPoMovember 2012 served as a watershed moment in my development as a man, father, writer, and pickle enthusiast. At the least, it was eventful--more so than I anticipated, anyway. November re-elected a president, washed away countless lives and livelihoods, and celebrated two people who somehow managed to spend 2/3 of their lives together. I caught the Bourbonic plague, met the diarist of a wimpy kid, and got a heaping helping of perspective along with my Thanksgiving meal.
Mostly, though, I wanted to get writing again. Dad 2.013 is only two months away, and it could have been really easy to melt into the work that ultimately resulted in our first of three speaker announcements. The truth is, though, for all the phone calls and interviews and other opportunities to champion dad-based content, I'd have felt like a hypocrite if I'd stopped making any of my own. November helped me get the oil back in the engine and strike a work/write balance that I hope to sustain as long as I can.
About the only real growth was this comical T-shaped hair-thing on the front of my face, which--even though it clearly brought all the girls to the yard--will either be 1) be washed down the sink or 2) overwhelmed by a DecemBeard. If you'd like to salute its memory and donate even a small, token amount to the team, thank you. My mustache would definitely have wanted it that way.