My husband hasn't found this Blog yet. Actually I'm not sure, but he hasn't offered to edit it yet. I'm feeling some feelings of humility because I believed that I was a good (sometimes great) writer and now I don't feel that way anymore.
It started out with his comment to me on eHow. "I will edit your article for a backrub." Or some such. He's brutal and thorough. It's good for me though, really. I do want to write...and draw, and paint, and bake, and sew... He is a realist with some very good tools in his belt. I am a dreamer with a few great stories to tell
I came into the office to check emails and wind down for bed. He beat me to the office chair and promptly pulled up my eHow account. I sat on the floor like an humble follower and tried not to cringe when he highlighted whole phrases and moved them or deleted them entirely.
I am grateful for his efforts in my behalf. Someday I hope to know where to put the commas and how to be confident when I say the word "parentheses."