Writing

I don’t know how he does it.  I mean, I do, I see him do it all the time, but watching my husband write a story is a pretty cool thing.  Now that his computer is back up and running, he’s been trying to add to his latest story every day.  He just slaps words up like he’s made of them and I’ll cry or laugh or get mad – at the characters. 

Me, I used to want to be a writer.  I long ago realized that my stories pretty much went: boy meets girl, they live happily ever after, amen.  I, uh, don’t like drama, apparently so much so that I can’t even make it up for fiction.  We won’t even go into how much I despise drama in my real life!

Anyway, tonight he sits down and starts typing away and a few minutes later states, “Another thousand!  Got it!”  Just like that *snap*. 

He’s hoping to have it ready for Kindle by the end of the year, and at the rate he’s going, barring anymore computer hiccups, he should nail that no problem.  I’ll keep you posted, of course.   

Thanks to Hira Animfefte for the picture!