That Loving Feeling
Ruth Symes / Megan Rix


saw was the opportunity to
travel, live anywhere in the world and email in my work from there. And that is
exactly what happened. For about 3 years I had 2, or more, summers. One year I
spent half the year in the UK and the other half in New Zealand. Another year I
was given a grant to write 3 different children's books in 3 different
countries and wrote books in America, Ecuador and New Zealand. I joined a
holiday home swapping service and although I never actually swapped homes I did
house-sit for people in san Francisco and Los Angeles for months at a time -
and emailed in my manuscripts from there.
I
thought I had my life all sorted as overlooking the beach at Little Kaiteri in the
South Island of New Zealand an old friend and I wrote down our goals and one of
mine was to meet someone and fall in love - 4 months later I was engaged and a
little under a year I was married and had dogs and living here and there and everywhere was no longer
an option. But the benefits to having someone to love and be loved by for a
writer, or at least this writer, are myriad. First and foremost, for me, is that there's someone who's always
on your side.
Someone to share both the good and bad times. Then there's the amount and quality of my writing that has
improved a hundredfold since I got married. My husband is a gadget fanatic. Out went my old extremely unreliable computer - at one point I'd
been reduced to using my kind next door neighbour's computer and in came a brand new Mac. Story ideas could be discussed (for a while we tried writing together but
my agent always seemed to dislike any of the stories that we did this way.) The utter despair of thinking that a manuscript was lost after days of working on it was met with a calm voice that led me through how to get it back via the time machine application on the computer. For
the first time too I had my own home office - a room that was fitted out and
decorated for me by my husband as a surprise for me to come home to after a few
days away. White boards went up, smart pens were used, research materials appeared, new websites, Facebook pages, twitter accounts... When 'The Puppy that Came for Christmas' book came out and started heading up the
charts my husband was there monitoring it morning and night - willing it on. When Puffin commissioned me to
write a book set in Devon in WW2 he immediately organised a trip down there, booked tickets for the
steam railway and got busy helping with the research.

Writers aren't always the easiest people to live with - housework doesn't get done if there's a book that needs writing - and I can have low days when the work's not going well and times when I get all panicky and cross as deadlines loom and I've booked in too much to do to reasonably manage. Sometimes, if I'm in the middle of it all, the day's gone past so fast I've hardly noticed it go by and emerge in a fog - thank goodness for our dogs who keep me almost grounded by demanding walks every now and again!

Thankyou xxx
3 comments:
Valentine's Day is definitely in the Awfully big Blog Adventure air today!
How lovely! I think our partners/friends/dogs do have a lot to contend with at times, and it's really nice to read a big, public acknowledgement of that on here!
Thanks and agreed!
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