I can’t imagine trying to write without my husband’s support. He listens to me babble about my stories, celebrates my successes, sympathizes with my rejections (and knows I’m joking when I call people jerks who don’t recognize my brilliance), and is always happy to point out stupid mistakes in my stories.
Most importantly, he respects my writing. He gets abandoned when I’m at writing group or a convention, and he gets abandoned a fair amount at home, too, when I’m working on a story. I’m lucky to have him.
Happy 5th anniversary, J! Someday I hope to dedicate a book to you.