What Writers Eat: Hubby Loves Recipes

What Writers Eat: Hubby Loves Recipes

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it a hundred times more. If hubby didn’t cook, we’d starve. Last night, the #onehundredpercentgoodhusband made pork tenderloin with pomegranate. It was luscious.

He substituted carrots for the sweet potatoes suggested in the photo since I prefer them and they are slightly lower on the glycemic index. It was a delicious feast!

“Write It Down” They Said!

“Write It Down” They Said!

My poor husband. I probably snore. The #onehundredpercentgoodhusband is kind enough not to complain about that. But I am definitely a writer. As such, I keep a small notepad, a flashlight, and a pen by the bed. You know! To capture those brilliant insights that pop into my head in the moments before I fall asleep. So he’s burdened with trying to sleep while I sit up just enough to turn on the flash light and jot down my thoughts.

Here’s the note from last night:

Brilliant, eh? Thankfully he’s a sound sleeper.

What Writers Eat While Ill

What Writers Eat While Ill

Yes, I would like some cheese with this whine.

I’ve been home from New Orleans for a few days and have come down with a low-grade fever. The timing for illness is never good, but wow. I’ve got so much writing to do!!! Write Now Newsletter is due Wednesday night and I’m deep in book revisions.

Thankfully the #ninetyninepercentgooddog and the #onehundredpercentgood are on duty.

Hubby brought home this ginormous box of chocolate Lucky Charms with magical unicorn marshmallows. He knows I adore unicorns. I hope it lasts the weekend.

And see! Real unicorns, rainbows, and shamrock hats. I’ll be better soon.

The Other Writer in Our House

I’m not the only writer in our house. Today, the Columbus Dispatch published yet another letter to the editor written by Ed Sweeney, my husband.

Ed penned his current letter Reach Out Before Assuming the Worst in response to a spate of “racial insensitivities” (I’m being nice here) in our Columbus, Ohio suburb of Upper Arlington. Ed belongs to a group of citizens called Equal UA which hopes to promote “an inclusive climate which encourages all people to feel welcome and participate fully within our community.”

Speaking to some Equal UA members, Upper Arlington Chief of Police, Tracy Hahn expressed her hope that citizens would talk to each other before contacting the authorities for situations which did not warrant a police presence. Ed saw the similarities between incidents in our suburb and the racial profiling of Smith College student Oumou Kanoute when a college employee called the police as the student was observed eating her lunch in a common area. Ed’s idea for the letter was born.

When Ed thinks of something to write, he doesn’t anguish over it. He jots it down, revises, and asks me to polish the result. Then, he sends it off. If he experiences angst, he doesn’t show it. Oh, he’s concerned with the quality, but it’s more important for him to get his message across before the moment is lost. As a result, the paper has published many of his letters.

I envy Ed’s ability to steer clear of mental land mines. He has a naturally thick hide and a strong spine. But most of all, he’s in the moment – writing, revising, asking for help, and submitting. If there’s blowback, he’ll deal with it when it comes. His passion outweighs his need to avoid criticism.

I will continue to study this strange creature I call my husband as I have for the past nearly twenty-five years. I will mimic his movements and perhaps absorb a bit of his thick hide and strong spine. Maybe in another twenty-five years, some of it will rub off.