Until my last rejection, I never paid much attention to the ‘men are from Mars, women are from Venus’ school of thought. I know the theory and I happen to be married to a man who has his share of Martian. But since he’s deliciously human most of the time, I don’t dwell. So what if we approach life differently? That’s one of the things I love about him. I also love that he accepts my obsession with writing. That he’ll talk character development and submission strategy. That he’ll read the occasional chapter or brainstorm a nasty plot knot. That he brought me flowers once when I got a rejection. He is supportive. Hugely so. In case you missed that part. But a few weeks ago his Martian side flared. And I’ve been running scared ever since. I’d gone...
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