A couple of months later I moved in with my Hunny and this is where I get back to the point I was trying to make at the beginning of part one.

Without my Hunny I don’t think I would have gotten back into writing the way I have. True, I would have gotten back into it eventually but I honestly feel that could have been years from now.

Each day he encouraged me. I would say things like “I wish I could just get it all out of me like I used to” and “I want to be a writer someday” or the ever popular “Damn it” which tends to say it all. Each time though he would reply simply “You need to teach yourself some discipline, do a little each day” or “You’ll get there just keep trying”. Where I can say many things with a single stroke of the pen he can speak volumes in just a single whisper. It’s amazing and it really affected me and continues to do so each and every day.

Though my mother was a writer, of sorts, she never praised me on my work. If she read it at all it wasn’t when I was around and when I left it wasn’t one of the things she fought for (to understand this better you’d have to read “It’s Just Paper” an earlier post of mine). In foster care I felt as though my writing would be exploited or used against me so I showed it to no one, but he- he read my poetry and eventually, much later on, read some of my other works.

He gives me an honest opinion, blunt but never painful. Whenever I get into those uber dreamy modes and start talking about maybe being being a published author someday or finding this or that job that could allow me to write full time he supports me, reminds me what I need to do to get there, and is continually goading me “Write, Hun, write!”

When the NaNoWriMo came around he continued to lend me his support. I was a bit scared, I’d only just started blogging and because of such I had very few writer friends to freak out along side of. I was worried I wouldn’t be able to do it and if I didn’t then I’d prove I couldn’t accomplish anything- my still constant fear. He made me a deal and needless to say when I did finish my 50,000 words my Hunny took me out to Red Lobster for the most wonderful dinner ever.

It really meant a lot to me.

He bought me a laptop for my 18th birthday so I could write in peace on a place of my own and since has helped me find any and all books on writing I could possibly want or need. Buying things doesn’t really count as much in my mind but it’s the thought behind them that he’s willing to give me a place I feel secure to write and help me improve my craft with books on the subject.

He’s always talking about sending me to some writing class or group as soon as we find one nearby. He’s such a sweetheart but the greatest gift he’s given me as of yet, the one that helps me with my writing most of all, is the life we live together. My writing life with him.

We’ll wake up, him with his up of coffee and me with my tea, share a few tender words or jokes, and then set off to our separate little worlds together. He’ll delve into his gaming and I’ll delve into my writing. Each on our own computers, in our own little places, doing what we love to do best and giving each other praise and words of confidence.

He’ll drive up to the city and go to class and I’ll stay in Borders for a couple of hours writing away in one of my many notebooks. He’ll return and we’ll scan the shelves together.

He gives me suggestions when I’m brain dead, back rubs when I’ve forgotten I need to move around after a couple of hours, and he tells me to go to sleep when I accidentally stay awake writing till our usual wake up time.

He lets me have my space to write, and I him his space to game. Everyday he tells me to write and everyday I tell him to go shoot things and relax. It may seem simple, or odd, or something else entirely but to me it’s everything to have someone who supports me so much and just let’s me be me.

It’s because of him I’ve written more in these few short months than I have in my entire lifetime. It’s because of him I was able to find myself again and feel alive. And it’s because of him that I was able to find the courage to pick my pen back up and put it to the paper like a true warrior of the written word.

Thankies Hun. I know you don’t read this blog because I’ve never told you about it but if I ever get the courage to show you I want you to know just how much I love you.