So the husband, who is the most talented husband a person could ever want, is having stories published in Overland and in Heat in the not-too-distants.
A person could not feel more proud and impressed.
Plus, it means I get all the fun of pride and publishing satisfaction without having to go through the agonies of writing and screwing the courage to the envelope-sending place. I love vicarious career satisfaction. It's brilliant.
Also, I forgot to say I was so engrossed in Black Dust Dancing the other night that I nearly missed my bus stop. I think it has the best descriptions of how people feel about themselves and about other people, observed through their actions and opinions, that I have ever read.
I would like to be even more gushy and carried away about both of the above items, but since the whole Michelle de Kretser at the Brisbane Writers Festival incident I try to keep at least some of that kind of thing on the inside.