Greetings, dear readers,
They say never introduce a loaded gun into a play wthout planning to use it. Within a couple of weeks of me moving back to Colorado, I had rented a small studio apartment as a wok place. I had thought that Dee and I could it as a office so that we could focus on work. Her job conducting pharmacy training and mine as a student. It was so cheap, so simple.
Within a week of my renting this place, it had firmly become mine- my books, my laptop, my desk. And Dee responded as if I had abandoned her. We started fighting at a drop of a hat, so I spent more time over in my office. By the mid of January, it had become a cycle. And then... I slipped.
I bought a living room set with a pullout couch. Got a microwave and a kitchen set. A table and a chair. It was easier to stay over at my office than to go home. And I did so as the demands of my novel grew. I just need to finish it, get the sucker edited and turned into my committee.
My publisher is very interested in this novel as well, and to meet their deadline it has to be finished by the end of March. I know I'm in a make or break situation with them... the novel based on Grandpa's life is selling very well, enough to make up for the zombie pirate novel I wrote. They've made a profit on me, a respectable amount, but in this economy, nothing is a given. So I'm pushing myself to make this an outstanding book.
And then, Dee emailed me to be sure to pick up Robin after school last Friday. She had a hafla she wanted to attend. And I forgot because I was engrossed with what I was writing. The school called her first, not having a number for me. She drove 40 miles to pick him up and make the five minute trip. I was taking a break from writing to play WoW. Our fight was so furious that I didn't come home that night.
Dee met me at the door Saturday with a box of my clothes. She said that if writing was really that much more important to me than my family, then she'd wish me luck. She said that she was tried of 'loving me alone' and raising three kids.
We restart marriage counseling on the 5th. I don't know if it will work... I hear in her voice a broken heart and I'm afraid that it may be too late.
Until next time,