They are that person you sometimes forget about. The one you sometimes ignore. The one who tip-toes quietly behind you as you type. The one who has given up date night, family night, nights that were supposed to be spent visiting their friends and family and who in turn have spent many a boring evening watching television while you worked. They are the one to whom you stress the importance of quiet solitude while you’re working, only to disrupt their work with giddy excitement over some twist or idea you just had. And they listen to your ideas. All of them. Because they offer encouragement. They’ve been with you for large portions of this crazy little dream. And they rarely complain. They are your editor, your proof-reader, your muse and sometimes your greatest critic. They are your better half. Because behind every writer is a man or woman who has put up with a ton of shit. And it doesn’t matter whether it’s your husband or wife, girlfriend or boyfriend, you know EXACTLY what I’m talking about.
I want this reposted. I want this tweeted. I want this on message boards and I want this to stretch across the Farmville-infested vacuum of Facebook. I want a day for the better-halves. Why? Because let’s face it, they’ll never get their moment. Most of us, in fact all of us, will never have that moment at an awards ceremony to clutch a golden something-or-other and give a teary-eyed speech to thank them for all their years of support.
This is what I propose. Friday, October 23rd I want everyone to put pens down, take hands off keyboards, and focus on your significant other. Call it a social experiment. Call this a waste of some perfectly good writing time. But really think about it. How much shit has this person dealt with because of what you’ve hoped to accomplish with your writing?
Go out to dinner. Make babies. Run through a field of wheat holding hands before collapsing on each other and wondering if it will always be this good. But spend time focusing on them. It doesn’t even have to be your significant other. It can be your family, your children, your parent’s whose phone calls you let go to voice mail. But focus on them. Just for one day. Can you give them one day you selfish fucking sociopath?
[Update: Not just for crappy husbands!]