I love writing.
I’m not new to it. I used to write stories (only finished one) and lots of poems. I was published in my high school literary magazine. But, that was about the end of it. When I went to college, I didn’t have time to write for myself.
Every once in awhile I get bursts of creative juices. JoeUser has given me a chance to have yet another one. I haven’t posted much yet, but I have received a very warm welcome.
4 articles. 5-10 comments on each one. I feel that’s pretty decent for being so new. I have even had some very nice compliments from some people that I highly respect.
It might be silly to admit it, but JoeUser makes me really excited. I’m anxious every morning and evening to pick up the computer and see what new articles and comments have been posted. In my excitedness (is that a word?) I seek someone else to share my excitement.
“Honey read my new article.”
“Come look at my new comments!”
“Oh, honey you’ve got to read this thread, it’s hilarious.”
“Honey, can you read this one, I’d really like to know what you think.”
That’s nice?? Where’s the “Wow honey, that’s really good!” or “I’m impressed, I forgot how good you write”???
He says he really likes it. He says it’s really good. I guess I just didn’t get quite the reaction I was hoping for.
Don’t get me wrong, my husband and I are really close. We love doing things together and we share a lot of common interests. In fact we pretty much share most of our lives. I know it sounds goofy and you’re probably rolling your eyes, but it’s true. We usually click together really well. I just start expecting him to be into everything I’m into. I guess that’s not realistic.
So for now I am just trying to let it go. I’m not pushing anything on him. He knows the address, so he can wander over here any time he wants. And maybe, one day, he’ll come to me all excited about what he just read…