Gizmo Guy surprised me today. After 29 years of marriage, I’m still learning new things about him.
It’s a short story, 7,000 words. He’s been writing too, not telling anyone, but while I’ve been typing away, so has he.
What was it about? A man in his early 50’s, with two 20-something still-at-home sons, and a wife who is writing the great American novel. And how he and his wife plot to turf the boys from the house and reclaim their sanity. OK, not quite fiction in this household, but OMG, it was absolutely hilarious. I was laughing so hard I had tears running down my face.
Every scene moves the story along, the characters are identifiable. He’s even tied the action at the start with the action at the ending so it’s a lovely little circular tale. Ok, there are some typos and grammatical errors, but the writing is sound and reminded me a lot of Dave Barry’s style.
It’s good! Even though it probably resounds more with me than anyone else because I recognize so many of the shenanigans, it’s a sweet little story that I’d love to see published for him.
And when he talked about writing it, how it made him feel as it evolved, I wanted to cry again. He gets it! He understands why I need to write, why I have to write.
I’m so proud of him!