Significant Other Blogfest!

Before my hubby gets his turn, let me just say I am super excited to have reached 100 followers! Now I'm in the 3-digit club!  Thank you to everyone who comes by to visit and listen to me.  You guys are all awesome!!

Of course, I love parties, so there is going to be a huge celebration.  It will last for many days.  There will be interviews.  There will be a contest.  It will rock!  So, stay tuned for the grand revealing of the full lineup I have planned for you guys as a thank you for being the coolest followers ever.

And now, I will hand it over to my beloved husband, Keith:

Well fellow significant others and aspiring writers, where to begin? I was asked (with a bit of uneasiness and hesitation) to participate in the “Significant Other Blogfest.” I must confess that I enter this undertaking with a cautioned trepidation. For you see, I, like you, risk the wrath of the spouse if too many grumblings are put to paper (or virtual paper in this case).

First let me begin by saying that I UNEQUIVOCALLY support my beautiful wife (points for flattery?). She works at a hellacious pace at her day job, and deals with some of the most pompous and idiotic people I’ve ever heard of. Does she take it out on me though? No (the official answer although, sometimes yes). Instead, she opens her laptop and the fury flies from her fingertips like the killing curse from Voldemort’s wand.

Everyone has their tension release or creative outlets. Mine for instance (and most men’s) will remain unmentioned at the risk of mortally embarrassing my wife. For others, it is the literary art. It is the eloquent translation of dreams, emotions and the make-believe into the written word that helps maintain her sanity. Unfortunately, the seemingly never-ending journey to publication robs me of the “quality time” that we used to enjoy.

Now, I must endure a certain amount of shunning while the blogging and typing go on. For all of you feeling “left out,” I truly understand. I try and find the occasional diversion to fill the void, but I do dearly miss her. Hopefully, when all is said and done, I will look back and remember that it was all for the greater good. And more importantly, I pray she won’t hate me for my pouting and run off to Greece with her publisher. But if (and when) my wife becomes the next J.K. Rowling, her penance for my suffering is a 1968 Mustang Shelby GT350. If not, I will love her just the same and remain her biggest fan.