The "R" word is not one you usually hear from him, so you can bet I took notice. Without warning my husband, who has little interest in reading fiction and less in writing it, became a fountain of ideas for my story. It should take place in Paradise Valley, Montana, he said. Check. They should get separated. Hmm, interesting. She should get lost in the woods without him, he insisted.
I had to put my foot down on that one. Why? Because if he takes his girl out on a romantic trip to the mountains he better keep an eye on her, or he's no hero of mine.
At least an hour of Interstate went flying by as we batted ideas around. Some were strikes, some perfect catches, and most ricocheted. The cabin, the quilt, even the plumbing...it all came clear. Soon I had characters who were alive in my mind. And best of all was the moment when he turned to me and said with genuine surprise, "This is fun!"
I'm not sure he'll ever understand why I would rather spend my off hours writing rather than do just about anything else, but for one shining moment he understood. It can actually be fun.