I'm not sucking up.
I thought long and hard before choosing my handsome husband as this week's muse.
Truth be told, he's been more than my muse this past week. He's been my rock.
Jeff isn't a reader, and God knows I've hassled him enough about not reading everything I write. But in the end, I know I wouldn't want him to. While many of my male characters have some of his characteristics, not every scene with a man in it is "all about Jeff."
Instead of reading, Jeff does a lot of talking. And gentle encouraging.
This past weekend, he gave me the freedom to write. Two whole days of literary bliss. And while I wrote, he worked his butt off. His goal is to make enough money so that I can (sigh) write full time. But not only did he take on a side job to start that process, he also took on the responsibility for his daughter and the dogs.
So this weekend, it was just me and my characters. Hanging out. Talking trash and creating mayhem.
What absolute bliss.
P.S. - Thanks for the friends who checked in to make sure I wasn't drowning in Absolution. While the opportunity to immerse myself in writing is heavenly, knowing the great support I have makes it all that much sweeter.
I'm not getting sucked into a comment about this choice of muse, except to say he sounds like an exceptionally fine husband. You chose well. :)ReplyDelete