It's only obliquely related to my literary life, but as of 8:30 am on Dec. 23 I am engaged to be married. I'm really excited about it. Shannon and I are both at home right now in Newnan spending time with our families and trying to get used to this new way of looking at each other.
Fiancee. Fi-anc-ee. Crazy...
Just to establish a literary connection here (which, in this case, is admittedly a superficial one) in his book on writing--BookLife--Jeff Vandermeer has a section on relationships in which he talks a little bit about spouses and the kinds of interactions that are healthy between creative people. Now I'm paraphrasing from memory, but he says:
"It's good to have a partner who values writers, and who thinks that trying to be one is a good thing."
Check.
"Because of the focused and solitary nature of writing, writers tend to have a lot of extra energy and can be quite silly at times; it's good to have a partner capable of dealing with that."
Double check. If only artistic greatness was measured in silliness. It's one thing Shannon and I both have in spades...
No details on the wedding yet, but they're coming. Thanks to those who have expressed congratulations.
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