Kaye and I have a lot in common. We point out in our mini-bio that we “share a love of reading, writing, acting, engineers, coffee, and scotch.” Most of that is pretty self-explanatory, so I won’t get into it. From that, it is obvious that we are both creative-types, drawn to fictional story-lands with a flair for the dramatic.
This leads us to have a tendency to daydream, to talk constantly, and to be very passionate. Sound innocuous, right? In real-life, this means that we tend to float off in the middle of conversations, completely ignoring important points. We feel the need to talk at inopportune moments, like when our husbands are trying to sleep for an early morning of work. When together, we feed off of each other, with our volume constantly increasing. We are often oblivious to this until we wake one of Kaye’s kids. And we have tempers. We yell and pout, and sometimes even vent on Facebook.
And our husbands put up with it, even though they are the opposite. We are married to engineers who both tend to be introverts. While they love the technical, we can see their creative sides, because they love us. We give them nicknames like Pookie (mine) and Sparky (Kaye’s), and they just laugh.
Kaye and I first heard of NaNoWriMo from different sources, but when we said we wanted to do it—at one of the busiest times of the year—they both supported us, without question. When we found how much we loved spending our days putting our daydreams into words and decided we wanted to seriously pursue a career in writing, they didn’t flinch, never said a negative word.
Instead, they encouraged us. We have both been emotional the past couple months as we deal with the idea of facing a long road, likely wrought with rejection, before we succeed. When we feel down, they have given us some amazing pep-talks (and a few that had good intentions, but fell a bit short). When we yell at them, taking our frustrations out on them, they take it, understanding that we don’t mean it personally. When we forget to do the laundry or clean the house because we get in a writing grove, they pick up the slack, even though we have been home all day while they brought in the only paycheck. Sparky has even been using his techno-geeky knowledge to help us get up and running on the web, even though we change our minds every five minutes.
We have become a sort of team the past several weeks. When Sparky was at work and I couldn’t find the words for a pep-talk, Pookie stepped in and helped Kaye out. And when I was feeling like a slacker, Sparky shared that he was proud of us both,without even knowing how much I needed that just then.
Pookie and Sparky may not understand the exact journey we are facing, but they have been with us every step of the way, a trend that doesn’t seem to be likely to end anytime soon. They are our support, our shoulders to cry on, our biggest cheerleaders, and our punching bags. They do this out of love, and for that we are eternally grateful, because we couldn’t do any of this without them both. So, I would like to say something that I feel like I have not been saying enough of lately—THANK YOU!
Now get back in the kitchen and do the dishes. 🙂
Do you have someone who has gone above and beyond to support you? How important is a strong support system in establishing a successful writing career?