Since this is my first post on the new blog and the theme this month seems to be firsts, I thought I’d share one of my favorite first stories. And we also have a mini-theme going about Brenda, it fits in perfectly!! You see, my husband is crazy about my editor. Seriously.

Now, keep in mind that my husband is notoriously easy. All it takes is a good meal and he’s your best friend. Make his wife happy on top of that meal? There you go – absolute devotion.

Here’s the story: A few years back my husband got to meet Brenda Chin and a few Blaze authors at a dinner we’d attended at a small regional conference. He was so impressed. Even though he was 100% behind my writing dream, he’d never realized how cool it would be. There he was, at dinner with writer’s whose books stacked the bookcases at home. He had a great time. With the people, definitely –but also with the fabulous food All he could talk about afterward was what a great deal it would be if were eventually able to write for Brenda and for Blaze.

About six weeks later, I sold my first book! After we’d finished celebrating, I figured he’d go back to his happy but quiet (quite being the key word here) support of my writing career. But noooo, he’s apparently on Brenda’s payroll now. Right after my sale, I broke my foot. So there I am with my very first broken bone and my very first revision deadline. My husband was a doll, setting up a comfy writing place on the couch, my broken foot elevated, my glass of iced tea kept full. Sweet, right? Except the man wouldn’t let me off the couch or give me my pain pills until I’d finished my pages each day… telling me that he promised Brenda I’d have the revisions in on time and hey, hadn’t that been a great dinner?!

Every once in awhile we get to reminiscing. I’ll say something like, “Remember my first sale? Wasn’t that so freaking amazing?” And he’ll respond with a huge, beatific smile and say “Yeah, I remember the barbeque. By the way, shouldn’t you be writing?”

So this brings me to my question – As you chase your dreams in life, who is your biggest supporter… and are they in it for you? Or just the good food?