life as an author
I read manuscripts to my husband as I write them. He helps me fill in plot holes I’m not aware of and gives general critique that’s pretty valuable. He is my favorite audience because I get his reactions, whether they be tears or chuckles, up close and personal. But sometimes . . .
The other night I wrote a line that struck me as funny. So while he brushed his teeth, I read it out loud to him. This is the line:
“Nothing in the world is as scary as a mentally unstable nice person.”
“Well?” I asked.
“I thought it was funny. What do you think?”
He spits in the sink and stares at me a minute before saying, “I didn’t realize you were reading to me. It sounded like you were talking about yourself.”
He is so lucky I love him. This may be the only thing keeping me from putting cayenne pepper in his contact solution.