A typical day lately (you know, since he found out an honest-to-God publisher took me seriously) is to listen to my novel talk with a steady nod. (Don’t try to imagine how it was before. You’ll sprain something.)
So here’s what happened:
I spent an entire hour trying to figure out what new city to send my main character to in Prototype. Getting my characters out of areas I’ve already set practically gives me hives. I don’t travel. Not really. I work from home, so humans could have evolved in some way for all I know. But yeah, an hour, only to remember with much frustration that my world is set in the future and what are the chances that these places still exist??
He’d been gone that evening, so when he returned, he asked me how the writing went. And I told him. I told him where I wanted to send my character and how I wasted an hour on Google images and how none of these places can exist for reasons I already set up in Archetype.
This is when my hubs pulls his I’m gonna say something literal in my sarcastic voice move. The go-to method for every Waters man (I do mean every) when they need to say something, but really have nothing of value to add. He can’t just pat my head and say, Sorry, babe. Better luck tomorrow. Which would have been fine. I was just venting. I don’t actually require answers to my world-ending problems when I vent.
Except he literally says what I needed to hear. He reminds me of a future prediction—the layman’s version.
Yep. That’s all he said. Meant to deter me? Be cute? I don’t know. Be a jackass? Absolutely. (God love him.)
All I know is I saw it.
If it hadn’t been after midnight, I might have gotten started right then. He saved my novel. Or at least that part. I got one tiny idea from his sarcastic answer and spawned this entire crazy city that seriously blows my mind.
And next year, you get to read it)))))
Good Lord. Will somebody tell my husband to stop strutting like he’s the man?