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.
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The de Kretser thing doesn't sound toooo bad, she probably handled it with aplomb and in retrospect cherishes your enthusiasm. Authors need enthusiasm. Let it rip, don't hold back...
That's wonderful, Pen. Praise him indeed.
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