Laughter is Still the Best Medicine

I'm so behind. Over the weekend I didn't write at all. I think I had a case of brain drain.....which hasn't happened to me since colllege!

I was stuck at this point in my WIP and I just couldn't get past it. I was miserable and kept it all to myself. Especially those feelings of guilt that overwhelm us writers. Now, let me give you a little bit of history in order to understand the Court Jester and I.

We are a definite example of opposites attract. I grew up in a mostly loving home-my dad was very strict, but I certainly had a good childhood compared to my husband's. He grew up in a home that was chaotic, his father was abusive, his brother not a good role model and so he got into trouble as a kid. I did not. He stole cars. OMG, I cried at the thought of my parents catching me reading late at night. He grew up in the city of Detroit, I grew up in a suburb of Dallas.

When he and I met and fell in love, our families couldn't believe it. He was a little crass...uh forward if you will, and I was all about positive thoughts and love across the universe. I'm an outgoing, trusting and friendly person. He really...well, people are scared of him when they first meet him. So, you can imagine some of our conversations. One of the biggest differences between us is the love of words. I could read for days on end, write stories, thoughts, journal entries, etc.. The Court Jester...HATES to read. Hates it with a passion. He hates to write (although I know from typing his comp papers that he's a great writer) Because of this, I rarely ask him to read anything I've written of any length. Last night I finally confessed to him that I was stuck and didn't know where to go next. I moaned how awful a writer I am. This is our conversation.

"I'm stuck, I haven't written all weekend and it really bothers me."
"What are you stuck on?"
"You wouldn't understand because you haven't read it."
"I don't have to, you are awesome."
"Guess what, that doesn't help me."
"Read the last paragraph to me."

I grumbled and didn't understand how he thought he could help me when he doesn't even know the first 139 pages of content. But, I read it to him anyway and then sort of filled him in on the point of the book.

"It's stupid, right?" I ask.
"Not at all, honey. You are perfect."
"You still aren't helping."
"Okay, what if your MC confronts the evil Dr. I mean, she's hid long enough, don't you think?"
"I guess so."
"Your MC wants to know why the dr is evil, right?"
"I guess so."
"Well, she confronts the doctor, and then..." He gets very dramatic, "the dr could turn around and say, 'because I'm an evil dr. jekyll and hyde.'" He makes an exaggerated evil face.
I laugh and say, "Yeah, and then he turns into a vampire."
He laughs harder, remembering previews and commercials for the madness that is the Twilight series. "Yeah, a vampire that loves....."
"Something."
"Fuzzy bunnies." He laughs.

So silly, but guess what, I got write back to writing and had a blast. :-) I knew there was a reason I kept him around.