My husband is fantastic. I know I’m bragging, but it’s really true. He has supported my writing in ways I really wouldn’t have expected. Out of the two of us, he’s more afraid of my work getting stolen online. He lets me attend all of the writing classes, seminars and meetings in the area, and even lets me take the car when I need.
He understands my passion, though he doesn’t always feel the same way.
Last night, we were talking about NaNoWriMo. He and a friend went to where my group was having a write-in, and his friend asked him why I was in there with my computer.
Here’s the story as he told it to me.
Husband: Let me explain to you. (Though, in his accent, it sounds more like asplain).
You know how the gringos are weirdos and always have a day for everything? October was breast cancer, a few days ago, they had cat day.
Friend: No, I didn’t know that.
Husband: Well, they do. Those gringos have a party for everything. Now November has two things. One is for prostate, and that’s Movember. The other is NaNoWriMo, which is National Writing Month.
At this point, I interrupted him, to tell him that it’s National Novel writing month.
Husband: I don’t care. Anyway, Krista and other people try to write 50,000 words in all of November.
Friend: Wow, that’s a lot of words.
Husband: I know. I told you they were weirdos.
So there you have it. If that’s the way that a supportive non-writer looks at NaNoWriMo, then I’m assuming the non-supportive ones thinks we’re raving lunatics. (For those curious, he learned the word weirdo from me.)
How about the rest of you? Do your friends and family understand your crazy November antics?