A few days ago I posted that my husband wouldn't read my 70k, novel. A novel I might add he helped provide ideas on.
Anyway. I blogged about it and teased my husband, saying the internet knows he's a horrible husband now. Just so you know, we always pick on eachother, there was no real malace here, he knows I have various blogs and I don't hide what I say from him.
Back on point. Husband knows of my frustration and no more words are said.
This morning as my alarm clock annoyed me out of a sound sleep, I noticed my husband was not in bed. Not being the most alert at 5am, I hit the snooze and took 5 more minutes. Hubby has a habit of allnighters on his computer lately.
By the time the alarm went off again hubby had slid into bed next to me.
"I read your book," he said.
There was no note of feeling in his voice, no clue in his simple phrase to tell me what he thought.
"And?" I responded curiously.
"It was a book."
First mental note, blog about husband taking out the trash next.
Second mental note don't get upset no matter what he says.
"So you hated it.?" I questioned curiously.
That started a good 30minute discussion of problems with my story.
The good news is, he finally read it. He provided me with valuable feedback and a male perspective.
The bad news is, I may have to completly rewrite my ending....