Over the past several weeks, I haven’t been able to work on my manuscript, Southern Challenge, in spite of having feedback from a few discerning folks that it’s a good piece. I’ve tinkered with it, changed this, added that, but I haven’t advanced from where I left off before “the diagnosis.”
Yesterday, I had the rare privilege of reading it to MSB. He doesn’t mind helping with the business end of this new career of mine, but don’t make him sit still through a reading. He’s not capable. Even though he’d volunteered to listen yesterday, he was still up and down, checking to see if there were deer in the back, fixing himself something to drink, or whatever else his itchy legs carried him off to do.
What he doesn’t seem to realize is how much help he is with my manuscripts. His knowledge of ranching–even though derived from his life on a small ranch (which he insists on calling a farm)–and his humor are a plus for me and my western romances. For instance, the “heat detecting” scene involving the thermometer in Give the Lady a Ride was his idea. We discussed it on one of our road trips, the only time I have his full attention when it comes to my writing, and laughed about it for miles.
So yesterday, between his trips to the kitchen, I managed to pick his brain about the realism of my characters, the feasibility of the economic crisis I’d invented, and the plausibility of the solution I’d dreamed up. He gave me two thumbs up on everything and even added a few ideas that I can use to flesh everything out more. God bless my man!
Talking with him fired me up again. Time to hang out my “Do Not Disturb” sign–I’m gonna get back to work!