Mom (upon learning that I’ve co-written a story that an
actual publisher wants to actually publish): Can I read it?
Me: Er, I don’t think you’d like it.
Mom: It’s a romance. I like romances.
Me (silently: Oh, you sweet summer child) and aloud: Actually, it’s more of a… scene. With three people.
Who chat a bit in the parlor and then head upstairs to, uh, not chat. For twelve
thousand words. Of nakedly not chatting.
Mom: Oh. Maybe the next one, then.
Hubs: Okay, so I’ve finished reading [the manuscript that eventually became Perfect Gravity – my second full-length novel].
Me: Uh oh, the ending fizzled, dinnit? It needs more guns blazing and cat hissing.
Hubs: No, that’s not what I was going to say at all.
Me: Wait, you and your fancy film degree and years making
computer games weren’t going to give me constructive criticism that will definitely
make me a better writer after I get over the initial navel-gazingly depressing
realization that I’m not quite there yet?
Hubs: No. This one is good. Consider me a fan.
Me, having just received the biggest compliment of my life, sobs
and kisses the shit out of that man.
My eldest child grabs a copy of my first-ever
published-in-paper book.
Her: This is so cool, Mom. Can I read it?
Me (after slight hesitation for she is yet a Jedi youngling):
Er, sure. Just, if you get to something confusing or weird, let’s talk about
it, okay?
She cracks open the book and digs in. A couple of minutes later, she closes the book and sets it back in the box.
Her: I’m not
allowed to read this book.
Me: Nonsense, I just told you—
Her (interrupting): Three. You have three swears on the first
page, and two are the F-bomb. Mom, I’m not allowing myself to read it. And you
need to watch your language.
So, to date three of the most important people in my universe
have attempted to read my books. One actually made it all the way through. Hey,
one of three ain’t… okay it’s a crappy percentage.
But someday I’ll write something without swears or sex.
(Stop laughing, you. I totally will.)
The biggest compliment I ever got was when my husband, who reads a lot of scifi, finished reading my second draft of something. He said, "This is good. It's definitely a draft, but there's a real story there." I believe I also cried and hugged him a lot.
ReplyDeleteLast week I walked over to him all casual-like and said, "If you like my book you should read this one." He was very curious and I plonked my spare copy of W+W on his lap. He says he'll of course read it, but he goes through books pretty slowly.
I think it's something special when we can impress those closest to us. Congrats on getting that kind of validation! And thanks for passing my book along, which is also a huge compliment. :)
DeleteLOL, the Jedi youngling's reaction...~wipes tears~
ReplyDeleteAhhahahaha!!!! Your daughter won't let herself read it yet...that's just so perfect.
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