I was a little depressed last night over the way things are going, or not going in regards to my writing. Enough so that my Hubby could see that something was wrong. This is not to say that he’s blind to my moods, just that I’m really good at hiding my emotional states. Or I have it worked out before he gets back from work in the evenings.
This week, my writer friend who is a mother, wife, and writer herself and who I usually share my frustrations with has been busy with family things and the holiday, so I didn’t have her around for the pick me up I usually get from her. Also depression hit on a weekend with little going on, so it’s hard to hide it.
He wanted to know what was wrong and I told him I’d join him on the porch in a minute and we’d talk where the distraction that is my darling kids wouldn’t bother us. A little background on my hubby, he isn’t a writer, or a reader of books for that matter, he’s “too busy for that stuff”. The last book he read was one that I read to him about prostitution in the Old West while on vacation about 6 years ago. I think it was called Soiled Doves. Great book with lots of interesting stories. I enjoyed reading it.
Anyhoo, he doesn’t understand my obsession with reading, books, writing, or putting up with other people’s crap, when writing books is a hobby for me. So I tried to explain to him that I wanted to make my writing more than a hobby, about the stresses of marketing my books, and the constant uphill battle I seem to be fighting with various aspects of business.
His answer to the problem was so simple. Don’t. Don’t stress over it. Don’t worry about making money. Don’t ruin the fun of writing with all the hardships. “Do what you can do.”
I would accuse him of taking my favorite line from Ghost Whisperer, Jim tells Melinda to “do what you can do.” I found it so romantic and wished that my hubby would come up with such smart things to say. However, I can’t accuse him of watching Ghost Whisperer because he’s never seen it, it’s not his type of show.
I love my hubby. I love his occasional insightfulness. For a guy whose not into books and doesn’t get it, he’s very supportive of my writing. He’s also right.
I need to do what I can do, and let the rest sort itself out.