Joe R. Lansdale recently posted an essay to Mulholland Books called “The Workplace, Wet or Dry”. It’s an inspiring piece of work, a reminder that it doesn’t matter where or how you write, only that the story gets written. Every writer should print it out and paste it to the wall.
I read it when it went live, but it came to mind again today. I did a lot of running around this weekend, then Sunday, when I intended to sit my ass down and get some work done, things got disrupted. Long story short, over the last two days we’ve discovered my wife has gall stones and they’ve got to come out. There has been — and will continue to be — some waiting room time for me. I carried the iPad along, and today this is how I got some writing done while we waited for the nurse to come and get the wife for her CT scan:
I’ve already missed a deadline, and I can’t keep making excuses for not keeping the fingers on the keys.
Fortunately my wife understands. More importantly, she agrees. That’s why the dedication to The Pack: Winter Kill reads the way it does, and why she’s shooting this picture instead of just shooting me.
Without that kind of support, a writer is doomed before he (or she) starts. Either the writing dies or the relationship dies. I’ve seen it happen both ways and it’s never pretty.
Happy anniversary, baby. I love ya.