Love Life of an Author

When you've been married for nearly thirty years, some things are a little different than when you're a newlywed. At forty-nine, I now have issues I never dreamed would happen. I had to purchase this sleep mask this week, so the light from my husband's reading lamp wouldn't keep me awake. Since my eye surgeries, I'm seriously light-sensitive. Even with my eyes closed, light hitting our bedroom wall from traffic outside our window jolts me awake.

So instead of a come-hither look when I crawl into bed at night, I slip on my hand braces for carpal tunnel, mouth guard for teeth-grinding, and now...my leopard print sleep mask. And believe it or not, this was the most sedate mask I could find! I couldn't bring myself to get the one that made me look like a hoot-owl.

That might have just sent my husband over the edge.

'Night, Honey!

What If I Forget How?

That's the question I asked my husband today. That actual full question was "What if I forget how to write?" My computer has been comatose for a couple of weeks now. I'm typing this on the aforementioned husband's laptop. We're trying to figure out what ails it, but so far my PC has us stumped. In the meantime, I'm going crazy not being able to write. Sure, I could do it longhand, but I've found that for me, I'm better when I'm typing. My brain often works faster than I can write with a pen, and I don't want to lose momentum or the story idea in my head. And I can only use his laptop when he gets home from work, as he needs to use it there. At work. His company is kind of funny about an employee only pretending to type on their table top, instead of using an actual computer. Weird huh?

And I'll admit it, I'm a dunce. No...don't try to argue with me. I'm an actual dunce. You see, I haven't been backing up my stuff on a memory stick like I'm supposed to, so if we're not able to save what I've already written, I'm toast. My first three books are safe, I have a hard copy of them, but all of my short stories, as well as the 11,000 words I was into my newest romance novel, are well, really burnt toast.

Back to my original question. What if I really do forget how to write?

My husband assured me my imagination is too vivid, and my strange sense of humor so warped, he has no doubt I'll remember how.

Not Your Average Interview

Click on the link below to read my answers to Marianne Arkin's funny questions :)

http://reading-writing.blogspot.com/2010/02/welcome-to-ruth-j-hartman.html