A Writer’s Lament (Bad Poetry!)

when I said

I’m writing a novel

I wonder what my husband heard.

It must have translated to

it’s time to clean the garage

or

now that school is out, let’s rent that steam cleaner

or even

we should really visit your parents for a couple of weeks this summer.

And when I say I’m writing, I think this is what he hears:

let’s drink, let’s dance, let’s spend more time together –

let’s cook great meals and visit friends and maybe buy a boat.

He and I, we like to spend our time together –

we are each others’ favorite person,

but

(you knew there’d be a but)

when I say I’m writing,

it’s the one thing he doesn’t seem to hear.

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6 Responses to A Writer’s Lament (Bad Poetry!)

  1. Kim says:

    Hmmm.. I think that perhaps your hubby and the little writer gremlin in my head are one and the same.

  2. yogamum says:

    Beautiful. That is just how it is with husbands, kids, the universe…they all seem to conspire to keep us from writing.

  3. Kerryn says:

    It’s not just writing… I’m knitting. I’m sewing. I’m reading. I’m anything that is a solitary activity that takes time.

    I wonder, too, what my husband hears sometimes…

  4. Emily says:

    Hmmm…why does this sound so, so familiar?

  5. litlove says:

    Love this, Courtney! I shall read it to my husband…

  6. Andi says:

    I’ll let ya know if my experience is similar. We’ll see!

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