Uh, oh. My husband, Jesse, wrote a blog post. lol Enjoy!
Hi there, I’m honored to do a guest post on my wife’s blog. You may have seen me in a few photos here, and thought, “Who is this guy? Is he a serial killer?” I assure you that I am not. I take medication. In fact, Suzanne has been my better half for the past 10 years.
Many people out there may have wondered, “What’s it like to be married to a published author?” Let me tell you, it’s pretty cool.
For one, I get to be part of the creative process. Often while Sue is drafting, she will have me read a passage and ask for my input. I get to offer such pearls of wisdom like, “ You should add something here. I’m not sure what, but something.”
When she is editing and hits a roadblock, I drop nuggets like, “Why don’t you make them skinny and pale?”
I also get to offer support. Often while revising for an editor, Sue may hit a snag trying to tie all the story points together and will look to me for support. I look her in the eye and say, “Yeah, babe. I have no idea how you’ll make this work, but I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”
So, getting to add such valuable input to her stories make me feel good. Almost like I’m published too. But from watching Sue go through the writing process, I can honestly say, there is no way I could do it. I like my sanity.
On to the Cirque du Soleil. We got a chance to see a show here in Portland over the weekend. I have been a fan for quite some time. It’s very popular now with shows all through the states, shows in Vegas, a Beatles show. But it wasn’t always that way. I remember watching it on TV ten years ago and a friend walked in. He watched it for about a minute, taking in the strange music, the costumes, and the person dressed up like a dog. Then he shot me a look like he was seriously reevaluating our friendship.
So I was asking myself, has Cirque du Soleil jumped the shark? It was my mission to take an objective look at it and not get caught up in the partially nude female performer with the 8 hula-hoops swinging from all parts of her body (This really happened).
I must say, I sat through the first half of the show and was taken to a different place in my mind. Everything was working, the story, the music, and the performers. During the intermission I was really looking forward to the second half of the show. Anticipation was high because as we walked back there was a huge seesaw-like cage on the stage and it totally looked like someone could get hurt. Yes!
The lights went down, the music started, and then it happened. This overpowering smell surrounded me. It was so strong that I knew what it was. There was nothing I could do but wait it out. I looked at Sue, and could see she was going through the same thing. I spent the whole second half of the show waiting for the smell to leave (it did not) and then wondering who it was that did this. What evil bastard would fart during Cirque du Soleil?
So to sum up the experience, the first half was pure magic, the second half was Cirque du Funk.
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