My husband recently took my young adult love story on a trip with him to read (he hadn’t read it before, and generally doesn’t read my writing). He’s a tremendously good egg for reading it (he wanted to show support for my writing), but I kinda cringed.
It’s a love story.
He doesn’t read much in the first place, and he abhors the romantic comedies I make him watch occasionally. We’ve had a running joke from the first days of our courtship (I just love that word), that if a movie doesn’t have aliens in it, he’s not interested.
I thought he would hate it (and he probably does, but won’t tell me) – but what did he notice? The details that echo the characters of his (now deceased) grandmothers that we both loved. Reading my book was a pure act of love on his part, but he reminded me why I do it – because I want to connect with readers and share my stories with them. And to do that I have to take the risk that some of them (maybe a LOT of them, especially agents and editors, but even critiquers and reviewers) won’t like it.
If you’re a writer, how does your family support your writing? If you’re a reader, how do you support the writers you love?
p.s. picture from Flickr