A few weeks before NaNoWriMo 2014 began, I found out my municipal liason had died. I had known her since November 2006. I'd even met her in person and back in November 2012 she even travelled to my college to help me with a radio programme. I found it near impossible to even click on the website without thinking of her - I was used to a new PM from her every time I logged on. It's the only year I've never really gotten involved in the community because I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I don't know if I'd have even gotten through it without the fact I had a writing project I had to complete for uni.
Anyway, I decided that Camp might be a way to try and get back into things. However, I found out a couple of days ago that another WriMo'er I've known just as long has also passed away. She taught me a lot about writing, always helped me out and followed my progress, and even dedicated one of her books to our little group. When I found out my excitement for Camp just vanished. I went to my TV writing class the next day and even that was a struggle to get through.
