Her face looks like “Oh my God, I’m inspired now. You take care of the children and leave me alone for I have to take advantage of this very moment to write down what just came to my mind”.writer-illustration

Oh yes, it’s been twelve years now that we are married, and I am able to read from her face whatever she has in mind. That’s fine. It’s not that hard to be a writer’s husband. Well, in this regard…

Let’s talk about my job for a while. I am a company employee. Everything I do, I have to take care of. Yes, so what? If I wouldn’t do it, my boss would fire me. It’s as easy as that.

So this is what my wife does in the meantime: She is producing loads of words (with meaning, of course). She is writing books over books and stores them all on the uncomplaining hard disk. That’s it. I mean she stores her writings on the hard disk! What you are probably thinking now is: All writer do that, what’s so strange about that? However, there is one question I would like to ask: Who takes the hard disk to the publisher? Yes. That’s me!

Just imagine, you are a company employee. You work from 8 to 5. At 5 o’clock you go home and your boss asks you “where is the data I asked you to prepare”. No problem, you just tell him that everything is on your hard disk and you go home happily.

So the main difference between the writer and her husband is that she writes without a deadline and full of joy, whereas he (me, the husband) reviews and publishes her writings, translates and publishes her translated writings, writes articles for website, twitters whatever is interesting to his followers, organizes readings, gathers marketing tools, does social networking… and all that in a narrow time frame.

No, I don’t bother. Keep writing, baby. Every time I review or translate one of your stories my heart is filled with joy. Just leave everything on the hard disk, I’ll take care of the rest.