Today is my husband's birthday, so I have to write about how marrying this man was the single best thing I could have ever done to feed my soul.
The first time we met, we talked for about three hours about books, music, school, professors we had both had...really, really great, interesting stuff that revealed so much about him (and revealed that we had TONS in common). I knew then that I could be happy talking to this guy anytime, and it to this day is one of the best conversations I have ever had in my life, and hands down is the best first conversation I have ever had with someone.
We still have great conversations, but now instead of talking about other people's writing, we talk about our own. I brainstorm everything with him, work on outlines, and he edits almost everything I write (he has a great eye for detail and is a grammar genius). For big, important projects, like the novel I am currently pitching, we read the entire thing aloud, back and forth, ripping it up whenever it doesn't make sense or sounds awkward. And we actually have FUN doing this (well, most of the time. There are definitely some battles when we disagree!).
If I would have married someone else, I know I would not be where I am today. I might not be with someone who believes in me and was completely on board for us to quit our day jobs and pursue writing full-time. His vote of confidence in me feeds my soul daily, and I can't wait to publish a book and be able to write a dedication to him for being my best friend, co-writer, editor, and most importantly, wonderful husband.
I love you Gary! Happy Birthday!