I don't blog about my husband much at all. Though he THINKS I do. He thinks I'm always talking about him (which isn't true). Who has time for that?
Editing and Housework can NOT coexist. Impossible!
Writer's who puts up with your sorry behind? Kudos to them
Vampires, Witches, and Werewolves...which would you be?
Okay, there a FEW posts out there in which he may be mentioned. Okay, maybe a few more than I've linked to above, but really? What's he complaining about. I don't say anything TOO bad. 'Cause I like that guy.
The other day he said, "Why don't you ever tell them about the awesome stuff I do? Like how I'm strong and super sexy (he actually said that) Why do you have to tell them about the spider in the fridge or the Praying Mantis in the window? That just makes me look weird."
Ummm . . .
Really, this guy is great. I mean, how many husbands look over while you're on your lap top, and when he sees that you are tweeting nonsensical stuff on twitter, wasting time, says, "Hey, shouldn't you be writing?"
Or
Let's me sit at my computer day after day for many, many hours and participate in NaNoWriMo every year (my third year in a row) while dishes don't get washed, laundry doesn't get put away, and dinner kinda blows. And he's okay with that. Well, at least he hasn't said anything about it and that is ALMOST as good as REALLY being fine with it all. I'll accept his silence as acceptance.
Or
When my laptop crashed and I was FREAKING out (really freaking out--tears and all) let's me use his fancy-shmancy laptop while he uses his IT tech skills to recover all my files, transfer them to our network drive, and then reformat my corrupted hard drive. He knew how terrified I was of losing all the work I had done (yes, I didn't back up my files--boy did I learn my lesson).
Or
Watches our three children so I can go away to a writer's conference (over-nighter--so delightful).
I'm very lucky and I know it. I couldn't have asked for a better guy to be my rock of support. True, he hasn't read a thing I've written, but I'm okay with that. Cynical old men are not my target audience anyway :)
So, if you were to take this guy (my husband has all sorts of skills):
Editing and Housework can NOT coexist. Impossible!
Writer's who puts up with your sorry behind? Kudos to them
Vampires, Witches, and Werewolves...which would you be?
Okay, there a FEW posts out there in which he may be mentioned. Okay, maybe a few more than I've linked to above, but really? What's he complaining about. I don't say anything TOO bad. 'Cause I like that guy.
The other day he said, "Why don't you ever tell them about the awesome stuff I do? Like how I'm strong and super sexy (he actually said that) Why do you have to tell them about the spider in the fridge or the Praying Mantis in the window? That just makes me look weird."
Ummm . . .
Really, this guy is great. I mean, how many husbands look over while you're on your lap top, and when he sees that you are tweeting nonsensical stuff on twitter, wasting time, says, "Hey, shouldn't you be writing?"
Or
Let's me sit at my computer day after day for many, many hours and participate in NaNoWriMo every year (my third year in a row) while dishes don't get washed, laundry doesn't get put away, and dinner kinda blows. And he's okay with that. Well, at least he hasn't said anything about it and that is ALMOST as good as REALLY being fine with it all. I'll accept his silence as acceptance.
Or
When my laptop crashed and I was FREAKING out (really freaking out--tears and all) let's me use his fancy-shmancy laptop while he uses his IT tech skills to recover all my files, transfer them to our network drive, and then reformat my corrupted hard drive. He knew how terrified I was of losing all the work I had done (yes, I didn't back up my files--boy did I learn my lesson).
Or
Watches our three children so I can go away to a writer's conference (over-nighter--so delightful).
I'm very lucky and I know it. I couldn't have asked for a better guy to be my rock of support. True, he hasn't read a thing I've written, but I'm okay with that. Cynical old men are not my target audience anyway :)
So, if you were to take this guy (my husband has all sorts of skills):
And mix him with this guy (because my guy oozes sexy):
Add dash of this (My guy is a GREAT cook. And he is the baker in our family--wheat bread from scratch. I can't cook so someone had to do it. I write, remember?):
And a dash of that (My guy is FREAKIN' hilarious. His humor is what first attracted me to him. And, he is a bit of a nerd, too. But I like that):
And THAT is my husband, folks. You should be able to picture him clearly in your mind. What a hunk, huh?
So my writer friends, if your significant other supports you, loves you, and encourages you to go after your dream, like mine does, take a moment and give them a shout-out below in the comments. THEN, go hug them and kiss them and tell them Angela Scott told you to. (Especially all you NaNoWrimo's out there).
So my writer friends, if your significant other supports you, loves you, and encourages you to go after your dream, like mine does, take a moment and give them a shout-out below in the comments. THEN, go hug them and kiss them and tell them Angela Scott told you to. (Especially all you NaNoWrimo's out there).
