Friday, July 25, 2014
So, writing is difficult. I've had the privilege of being published, the agony of getting poorly reviewed, and the pleasure of getting to continue writing stories about characters I love. I brought my husband to this year's RWA. The poor thing was a little overwhelmed by all the women in the lobby of the Marriot. He kept looking around for other husbands and didn't see many, so he'd go find something to entertain himself around San Antonia. It's difficult for him, my being a writer. I made him go with me to a panel of writers and their husbands and was glad that he got a chance to hear the same stories about their writer wives from other men, got a chance to see that he's not the only one who doesn't get why his wife wants to stay up all night for a deadline, or write instead of go to the movies. I ask for a lot, when I ask for time to write, because I'm his favorite person in the world. But he wants me to be happy too. I'm a lucky girl.