My hubby and I have been together for more years than I care to count. Somewhere during our early time together we developed a habit that pretty much has stayed with us. That is, we read the same book, more or less, around the same time and then sit for hours thoroughly vetting it. Back when we first got together, he liked stuff like The Hobbit and was responsible for finally getting me to read it. Once I did, I fell in love with the world Tolkien had created. His famous trilogy, Lord of the Rings, might’ve been the first trilogy I ever read, and yes, each book was a cliffhanger, and I LOVED that about them!! We read the books together, even read them aloud to our son. These days we trade genres. We listen to true crime or mysteries the same way we watch movies on Netflix or Prime and with certain TV shows (most recently Goliath) by discussing the heck out of them. We go over the characters, the pace, what we would’ve done differently, and re-read or re-watch the ones we like best. From one book lover to another, summer is our finest hour. During the land of reruns and the lack of anything good on TV, we can always crack open a book. We relish the search through our Kindle for something we haven’t yet tried. Or we load something new on the iPad and get comfy in bed. While we dissect the plot lines and laugh at the characters, we’re still connecting. After all these years, we still enjoy what began a long time ago…our love for books.
While it always seems to be busy at my house, lately it’s gone past that and veered into crazy busy. Insane busy. My goal was to release four books this year and I’m already beginning to feel the burn and it isn’t even May yet. I’m putting the finishing touches on Keeping Cape Summer before sending it off to the editor which is always a stressful time. After I push that send button, I’m jumping right into Sea of Bones, which I already have outlined. I couldn’t do any of this without my partner in crime, my husband, Gene, my soul mate. While I crank out 3,000 words a day, this man does the shopping, the cooking, the cleaning, the laundry, he’s a workhorse and I appreciate him every single day. Each morning when I settle into my office to begin whatever project I’m working on at the time, I know he has things covered elsewhere. And there’s always a lot to cover. I’m deep into plot lines and he’s handling a dozen extra things that need to be taken care of before 5 p.m. On top of all the household stuff and cooking, there are business issues to deal with, always things to get done, like marketing, schedules to create, books to sign and get out the door, book covers to plan, banners to create, the to-do list is never-ending. Throw in social media posts, like keeping a blog going, websites to update, Twitter feeds to check, Instagram to add, Pinterest, and you see where this is going. Without him, there would be no books because he keeps EVERYTHING running smoothly and keeps me clicking along toward another novel.
Me? I just write. Gene does everything else. To me, if they gave out an award for best hubbies, he’d win Husband of the Year or maybe World’s Best Husband hands down because he goes above and beyond, each and every day. We’re a team. Soul mates. And I know darn well, it isn’t easy living with a moody, things-aren’t-going-well writer. On those days when that happens, he’s my cheerleader. I can’t ask for more than that.