So, I tell my husband that I really, really want to get serious about getting my novels polished and (please oh please) published.
Hubby: Huh. Real novels...books?
Me: Um,yeahhh...(prounounced "duhhhhh")Why? Don't you think I can do it?
Hubby: Oh, yeah, well, it's just novels are like holy or something....like you can't even stand on them.
*blink blink*
I mean, can you just see the memories he's having of his mother clipping the side of his head with the palm of her hand, "I told you not to use your books to reach the cocoa puffs!"
Another good one is when my family (Mom, Dad, brother, sis-in-law -the whole kit and kaboodle) came over on December 1st for hot chocolate fest at my house.
They're going on and on about one of my brothers who is in Hollywood right now doing some assoc production stuff for TV and my other brother who is trying to beef up his photography hobby into a business. When they are done smiling and praising my baby brothers, I pipe up.
"Hey, speaking of creativity, I just finished the first draft of my second novel!" I'm grinning like a cheshire cat.
I swear to you, they all turned to me - every one - got very quiet...and...
all at once they looked back at my brother and said, "So those are some great pics!"
Who does that?? Who are these people and why do I love them? (hey that'd make a catchy book title, yes?)
My last and perhaps favorite stupid story is once again the quintessestial fam gathered around the big game table at the Tahoe house.
Ahhh, what a picture. Obviously, a close knit little group. We're playing a board game that includes finding the closest match to adjectives out there on the table.
This word was "brilliant". Now, the object of the game is to toss out the name of someone/something that best describes that word. I had Mark Twain. I throw my card out there.
My dad says, "Well, clearly Mark Twain isn't the best for this description."
I said, "Why not?"
My dad says, "Well, I mean he was just a writer."
Thanks, Dad.