A Little Snippy…

I walked out into the kitchen and Noël asked me what I was doing ‘cuz I was snipping my fingers in the air like hyperactive scissors (though I wasn’t really conscious that I was doing it) and I smiled embarrassed-like and said that I had just realized I needed to cut a big piece of the novel out in the middle for flow (I think I’ve known that for a while, but I couldn’t bring myself to face it, and I also wasn’t 100% sure of where I had to cut) and it occurred to me that there must be a special place in heaven for spouses of writers, watching their sometimes-insignificant-other drift through the “real” world where they live and breath and vacantly nod “yes” to everything while their minds are in that other world they occupy most of the day that only that writer may pass through to, and it occurs to me further that in Noël’s special place in heaven there will have an extra-comfy chair and a computer that actually works and a masseuse on-call 24/7 who brings Blue Lagoons as a matter of course.