Making a reader
OH always supported me - on my writing journey. It was like that from the start.
When we first met fourteen years ago, he knew I was writing and publishing my stories in magazines. He went with me when I signed my first, second and third publishing contract. He agreed with me when I decided to... well, he was always there, supportive no matter what I decided.
The only thing he didn't do was, ever read any of my books, short stories. I didn't resent that, because I knew he had basically read his last book in high school. I never thought that Romance could be the genre he’d read. Ever. But he surprised me. Truly.
When I got a print proof of my first novel - All That the Heart Desires - and after I showed it around, shared it with my colleagues and friends, I had found it last week after I came home from work in the afternoon, on a side table in our sitting room with a bookmark in it.
At first I tried to remember if I marked some flaw in it, but then I knew I didn't. OH sat on the sofa with our son Patrik playing his favourite game with him. I picked the book up and went through it to see where the bookmark was and it was already on a page 50.
Wow! Wait a minute! What? He came home with our children half an hour before me and he was already on page fifty? 50!!!
"Honey, are you reading it?" I said innocently. OH looked at me sheepishly while tickling Patrik and said:"Yes, I am. Gosh, you could say it's good. The sense of the details. I saw it all, like I was there."
I was... speechless. Even more, when he finished it in four days. After he did ~ and he knows I have another one ready to be published, and another... - he said:"I really don't know what I'll do tomorrow. When are you planning to publish the next one?"
'Wait! What?!'
Even our daughter Loris was surprised when she saw him on the sofa reading. I had to laugh when I had heard her say:"This is so strange. Mum is cooking (it was Saturday and I always cook on Saturdays) and Dad is reading? It's so odd."
I know this looks like I'm tooting my own horn, but I'm really glad if I managed to make another reader. Believe me, in all our history together, I can count on one hand the times I have seen him reading a book.
p.s. He's already planning our trip to Nice...
When we first met fourteen years ago, he knew I was writing and publishing my stories in magazines. He went with me when I signed my first, second and third publishing contract. He agreed with me when I decided to... well, he was always there, supportive no matter what I decided.
The only thing he didn't do was, ever read any of my books, short stories. I didn't resent that, because I knew he had basically read his last book in high school. I never thought that Romance could be the genre he’d read. Ever. But he surprised me. Truly.
When I got a print proof of my first novel - All That the Heart Desires - and after I showed it around, shared it with my colleagues and friends, I had found it last week after I came home from work in the afternoon, on a side table in our sitting room with a bookmark in it.
At first I tried to remember if I marked some flaw in it, but then I knew I didn't. OH sat on the sofa with our son Patrik playing his favourite game with him. I picked the book up and went through it to see where the bookmark was and it was already on a page 50.
Wow! Wait a minute! What? He came home with our children half an hour before me and he was already on page fifty? 50!!!
"Honey, are you reading it?" I said innocently. OH looked at me sheepishly while tickling Patrik and said:"Yes, I am. Gosh, you could say it's good. The sense of the details. I saw it all, like I was there."
I was... speechless. Even more, when he finished it in four days. After he did ~ and he knows I have another one ready to be published, and another... - he said:"I really don't know what I'll do tomorrow. When are you planning to publish the next one?"
'Wait! What?!'
Even our daughter Loris was surprised when she saw him on the sofa reading. I had to laugh when I had heard her say:"This is so strange. Mum is cooking (it was Saturday and I always cook on Saturdays) and Dad is reading? It's so odd."
I know this looks like I'm tooting my own horn, but I'm really glad if I managed to make another reader. Believe me, in all our history together, I can count on one hand the times I have seen him reading a book.
p.s. He's already planning our trip to Nice...
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