my husband wrote a book…my husband wrote a book, a novel, a work of fiction. a book. have you written a book? i haven’t written a book. i know very few people who have started, and finished, writing a book.
in november 2007, he decided to participate in nanowrimo. he wrote, he drank energy drinks, he worked all day and came home and wrote. he wrote, he ate candy bars, and he wrote. he wrote, he laughed and cried and wondered where the heck are these crazy characters taking us? and he wrote. and i read the pages one by one as they came off the typewriter, falling in love with this book, these characters, and brady all over again. on the sunday after thanksgiving, he finished. and it was celebratory and fabulous. (and we realized just how much work it was going to be to enter an entire novel onto the computer. it wasn’t what one would call a fun task, but i’d do it again!)
after almost 2 years, i think that perhaps 3 or 4 people have read this novel. it has been listed on lulu, he has sent it to a few places, no one seems all that interested. and i realize that i’m biased, and i realize brady might not be the perfect marriage of rilke and bukowski, but he’s darn close. and everyone, every single person, needs to read this book. not because brady penned it, not because i want everyone to recognize what a fabulous writer he is, but because we all need to stop and listen to the point of this book. it’s about being kind, it’s about loving each other. it’s not just a riot and a hoot, it’s important. and if you can’t get over all the F-bombs and all the exclamation points, then perhaps you need to read it more than anyone else.