Gizmo Guy is not a big talker; he prefers to let his actions speak louder than words. Often times we’ll each be sitting in our chairs in the family room typing into our laptops and I’ll get an email he’s sent me — yes, from only 5 feet away. Usually they’re little jokes or links to pictures that he knows will make me laugh. Tuesday afternoon was no different. Except when I opened his latest email. He mentioned he’d read my blog on Tuesday saying I was looking for guest bloggers and wanted to reserve a date. He even enclosed his blog post. When I opened the doc … well, I just had to share it with you. No, I didn’t edit it. These are all completely his original words. Yes, I was sniffling by the end of it. I’m not the only romantic in this family.
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| Gizmo Guy, Vancouver Island, 2006 |
I have for more years then either of us would like to admit, shared a bed with the famous Leah Braemel. And a house, two kids, and at times various animals – a budgie, a cockatiel, a wonderful lab-mix dog, and the current master of the house a tuxedo-cat named Spike.
Yes I am Mr. Braemel, or Gizmo Guy as I get referred to in these pages. I am Husband, sometime critique partner, research assistant (one of the perks), sounding wall, and firm supporter of Ms. Braemel.
The worlds and the words Ms. Braemel create are glorious, but perhaps I am coming from a biased view. I have watched her mature through the years, starting as a twenty-something young girl scribbling her words in small notebooks, hiding them from curious eyes.
Then she realized the characters in her mind demanded to be let loose, their stories had to be told. She was amazed when people actually read her early fan-fiction works – and demanded more.
You see I am a product of the Canadian Education system – although a graduate of community college in a technical field I had not read, for purely entertainment purposes, a novel until my mid twenties. I was a television junkie – the boob-tube was on twenty-three hours a day in the house I grew up in. Meals were consumed in front of it. Conversations took place over its din. My mother even managed to time her cat-naps around the commercials – waking herself up just in time to turn the sound back up.
So I was confused when Leah would disappear into another room for hours at a time ‘reading’. Why read when they will act it out in front of you – and you don’t have to think… A typical male I imagined I had done something wrong – that she was mad at me. I just didn’t understand.
Then one day I was in a used book store with Leah – did you know that some of the movies I watch on my glorious TV were books originally. Who Knew! Tom Clancy actually wrote ‘Red October’ as a book before it was made into a ‘blockbuster’ film.
And you know what – the book was better.
Well it was all downhill from there – Clancy, Steven Coonts, Robert Ludlum’s The Bourne Series, along with the wildly popular Grisham novels amongst others. Piles of paperbacks grew in the bathroom (still my preferred place to read). I was hooked. This woman was a terrible influence on me.
But the people that wrote those stories, they were not mere mortals. They must be gods sent from the heavens to entertain us. Surely one of us could not ascend to such heights.
Then the magic happened. Leah scrunched up enough courage, and egged on by some close friends, to expose herself as openly as anyone can. She put herself out on display. She took one of those worlds that she created, and sent it off to one of those dreaded people – the Editor.
The rest is shall I say history. Three books out there being received well beyond her dreams. Accolades coming in from all sides.
I was sitting in my chair the other day, watching golf on my glorious TV (yeah I’m still hooked) when I noticed Leah smiling to herself. I inquired to find she was following two people talking on Twitter as they read her latest novel. It was like watching a little girl at Christmas. In the famous words of Sally Fields at the Oscars ‘They like me – they really like me’.
Leah – get used to it – you have talent. You have stories to tell. You have – dare I say it – fans!
I won’t say that living with a writer is always fun – many a night I have rolled over only to find the other side of the bed vacant – “the characters started talking to me… I had to let them work it out…” I think there is a very fine line sometimes between the creative and the insane…
But her influence has once again hit me. I put pen to paper (actually finger to keyboard) myself and wrote a comedic attempt at a very short story about a modern plight – the failure to launch syndrome. This was based mostly on our own home life – and the fact the two very grown children still lived in our house well past the norm. Sitting again in front of the TV with my laptop in my lap I read it over for the hundredth time. Finally I screwed up the courage and sent it in an email to Leah – who was sitting all of five feet away from me.
“What’s this,” Leah asked.
“Um, something I wrote…” I mumbled.
Between the tears and the laughter she gave me something that I will never forget – encouragement. “She liked it – she really liked it.” This woman has indeed been a terrible influence on me.
Leah – the twelve hour days – the constant research and work – the edits – the promotion – the endless novels, good and bad you read – are worth it. You have arrived. Your words and worlds are out there for all to see.
Congratulations – and know this – you are loved – and not just by your fans….
How wonderful!
We all need those kinds of influences, don't we?
What a lovely post. Thank you for making me smile this morning.
That is wonderful!! What a great man to actually tell you all that. Thanks for sharing it with us!!
Aww, GG brought tears to MY eyes. Lucky girl. Lucky guy.
He's a keeper… 😉
Thanks for sharing, GG, and umm, when do we get to see some of your work?
That was so incredibly sweet! I hope someday my hubby will think all of my writing insanity is worth it like GG does. 🙂 Maybe there's hope for my guy yet! You're both extremely blessed to have each other. Thanks so much for sharing. (And I love the title!)
What a beautiful love note. I, too, am married to a fabulous guy, and there is nothing better in life.
If this is a sample of the emotional connection and clarity you have the ability to convey through your writing, I want to read your short story, please!
Hey, everyone. I've asked Gizmo Guy to drop by to respond to your comments. Hopefully he'll be able to later today. Donna and Viv — I really wish he would look to getting his work published. He is a really good writer in his own right, very visual. So keep bugging him for me, please!
Gina Leigh — GG came up with that title himself, so I kept it for him.
As a note, he'd actually started reading earlier than his letter. He says it was after seeing Red October which was the early 90s, but he picked up my copy of Shogun when we were watching that show in the 80s. Then he moved to the rest of Clavell's work, then on to Ludlum, then to Clancy, etc. He now brings home as many books as I do. (He's got 4 or 5 used bookstores less than a block from his office, so he's haunting them a lot these days.)
How can you not write romance when you have your very own romantic hero at home. I love it!
Beautifuly said Mr. Braemel, bravo. A kindred spirit. I'm a romance writer's husband too and we share a similar backstory. I couldn't help but smile when you talked about the courage it required to send your wife the story you wrote. I've been there too, and I got the same wonderful encouragement. Best wishes.
I'd keep him too 🙂 You sound like a wonderful man, GG 🙂
This post made my day. What a beautiful marriage you have.
Awww..how sweet he wanted to be a guest on your blog.
If only we could all find a man like that 🙂 Great post.
Damn, Leah, you hooked a good one.
What an amazing man this Gizmo Guy! A rugged outdoorsman from the Great White North he is able to fend off a Grizzly Bear with one hand while scribbling his emotions in Wolves blood on Birch Bark with the other.
Excuse me – computer geek here!
But let’s not take our eye off the true message I had intended.
Leah – you have managed what we all wished we could. You found something you loved and managed to find a way to make a living doing it.
I knew this when we were checking the winning lottery numbers the other day, and I expressed how I would in a heart-beat leave my job.
I looked at Lead and said, “You would continue doing this every day wouldn’t you – your surroundings would improve but you would still put in the same hours…”
“Yeah,” she smiled coyly.
And the fact that you do love it shows in your work. Keep it up – they are out there waiting for more.
Thanks everyone… and keep reading….
What a heartwarming post. Thank you Gizmo guy for supporting Leah.
Yes, she does have fans, I'm one of the many.
Valerie
in Germany
I should also mention Gizmo Guy has now written more than that short story I read (which I'd really like to see him get published) He's also written a novella length about his experiences in NY right after 9/11 when he went down to help his company who lost a computer center when the buildings fell, and two Clancyesque/Coonts style thrillers — his latest, OMG it's got such a twist, I really hope he'll try to get it published.
First – Mr. GG, you are a pretty awesome guy, and Leah is lucky to have you.
Second – What Mr. GG said! Leah you are amazing! And I am so happy you gave into the peer pressure and submitted your first! 😀
Awww….this was beautiful. Made me tear up. Kudos to both you and Leah.
Peace and love,
Paula R.
What a great guy you have!
Sooo cute!!! <3
How sweet!
Leah you got a great guy… Anymore like him around???
Hi Leah
What a wonderful post! GG has a the right words, humour & romance
wrapped up together. What a pair you make.