This blog really straddles two categories, Writing and the Wife, but it’s more about the former than the latter.

So, I’m knee deep in the sixth draft of the Ridge Runner and last night the wife asked to read the first 20 pages. Which is odd, because she’s been supportive throughout this process but typically very hands off. When I finish something, I’ll set aside a a draft for her to read when she has a chance. Afterwards she’ll give me some comments.

Last night when she read the 20 pages what did she say?

The Wife: You got 50 pages like this?
sam: Yes.
The Wife: Then send it out.
sam: Really?
The Wife: This time you’re getting an agent.

There you go. For the first time in 2 years of trying, the Wife digs something I wrote. Hot dog!