by J.C. Lynne
Writers adore ideas. We covet them, court them, and nurture them. It’s the ideas others have for us that can drive us a bit mad. Okay, a little madder.
I poke fun at the Beard. He’s fun to poke, but he’s devoted to my writing career. His devotion takes a different form than mine. Being an engineer, the lens of his perspective is vastly different. People who know us separately succumb to shock when they find out we’re a couple. Good Writing Team.
It’s not remarkable, we share many of the same aesthetics. We’re SciFi, comic book, sarcasm geeks. While I’m equally an extrovert, we are both high functioning introverts. Granted, I have a better eye for style.
The beauty of our symmetry is the balance of our asymmetry. Our differences complement each other. He’s detail oriented and a planner. I like plans and tend not to sweat the small stuff.
This entire book process has been a steep learning curve and we discover something new almost every day.
The Beard didn’t spend the two weeks at the holidays off solely irritating me. He used his genius, techy brain to analyze other authors and their platform models. Not ‘scoping out’ the competition he says, but seeing what’s working for folks and what’s not.
He uses his analysis to tweak our Twitter feed, to streamline our website, and to evaluate where we generate our best traffic.
And the Beard hit me with this little gem.
“Ever think about signing your posts?” He asks.
“What?” I ask trying to keep my forehead smooth. Frowning causes wrinkles and right now, I can't afford Botox.
His voice slows as he realizes he’s hit a nerve. “I’ve noticed several bloggers sign their posts.”
“I wrap up my posts with a tidy few sentences uniting the theme and clearly indicating the end. Besides, the end should indicate the end.”
I snipe thinking about opening a bottle of wine even though it's early in the day.
Note, it’s not my intention to insult any of you who sign your posts. It’s just not me.
“It was just a suggestion.” The Beard is good at backing away quickly.
Unfortunately, he’s also crazy talented at working me up into a rant.
I went for a few more minutes.
"I don’t think my posts needed a signature."
"My bloody name is on the website init?"
"How would I even do it? Signing off. Little hi little low. Won't you be my neighbor?!"
I’m keeping up with the tweets. My blog posts are on schedule. I’m actually instagramming and The Beard has Tumblr covered, or so he tells me. I'm struggling with editor notes and moving forward on the new book.
In the meantime, consider this post wrapped up.
Enter pithy signature line here.