Weird Together

My husband has always been very encouraging about my writing. He may not always understand my madness, but he tries his best to be helpful.

I wrote recently about how expansive my days off feel, until they arrive and then they are narrowed down by my need to decompress. Well, my husband has similar ideas about my time and is often confused by how little I actually write.

He also seems a bit baffled by my inability to write with everyone home. I don’t know how easily he thinks I can get in and out of my story, but it takes a whole hour to even find my groove.

This means, if I have to do anything else on my day off, I can’t write. If everyone is home interrupting me every half hour, I can’t write. If it’s the only day I have with no plans for the whole week, I often can’t write.

So, I tell him these things. He understands that I’m strange and peculiar. It’s frustrating, but he loves me for it too. Sometimes his need for me to get things done, or his expectation that I can do it motivates me. While it’s frustrating, I love him for it. We’re weird together.

Which is the inspiration behind my current work in progress. Two people with unusual trauma and romantic souls who want to find love, but don’t know how to trust it, find each other and figure it out.

Wow, that sounds really cliched when I say it that way. Well, I’m retelling Beauty and the Beast. That’s pretty cliched. Oh well.

So here’s to finding that person who may not get it, but loves and encourages you all the same.