I’m writing this on the road. Well, in the car which is driving on the road. Don’t worry, my husband is at the wheel. We are on our way to a marriage retreat for a few days. My husband is a chaplain in the US Army and one of his jobs is helping to strengthen marriages among our soldiers. It’s a daunting task as many of them (75%) come from broken homes. Statistically, those who come from broken homes are more likely to divorce. We’d like to give them a few ideas about how to avoid becoming part of that statistic.
It has become our joint passion.
My husband spends much of his work time counseling. I spend my days writing with the intent of exposing what I call “love lies” through fictional characters. Together, we hope to impact marriages by communicating what true, true love is.
And so, even though I am feeling the pressure of a total rewrite with only twenty-nine days to go until deadline, I am in the car writing my Wednesday blog post while talking (intermittently) to hubby about the specifics of this retreat while trying to figure out a plot problem as the phone navigations system gets us to our destination. Oh, and it would be helpful if I could work up a proposal for a new novella to submit by Monday.
Welcome to my world.
Until next time,