Text from husband to me: I think it would be better if you stood up to them instead of hiding in the library. In fact, it's best if I go to the library instead.
This heartwarming spousal exchange brought to you in equal parts by Supernaturally Edits and Grouchy Children.
But in actual heartwarming news, there are moments. Moments on this whole crazy path when I think I'll explode with happiness. Yesterday as I was sitting on the couch editing Supernaturally, my daughter asked if her name was going to be in the book. At SCBWI I had several authors sign books to my kids, who were thrilled to see their names. So I said, "Actually, your name is already in Paranormalcy! Do you want to see?"
Both kids squealed with excitement and I showed them the acknowledgments, complete with their names, officially INSIDE a book. My daughter read hers, giggling, and pointed out my son's to him. And I had one of the happiest moments of this entire journey.
Not to leave Hot Stuff out, he also gave me one of my happiest moments this week. He finished reading Paranormalcy (having not read it since the first draft) and said, "So, did you mean for the two main characters to be such good metaphors for teenage life?" And then proceeded to point out the ways in which he felt my book had deeper meaning than just the storyline and asked if I did it on purpose. (Answer: yes. Mostly.)
And I already knew he was the Best Man Ever, but this was a nice reminder. I'm still not letting him to go the library instead of me, though. Not even metaphor praise can keep me in the house tonight.