There’s a popular book I haven’t yet read called The Five Love Languages, written by Gary Chapman. This GoodReads search shows that comes in various iterations–one aimed at men, another at parents, and so on. Cumulatively they’ve been on the NYT-bestselling list for several years.
Their purpose, I gather, is to help us understand that an “I love you” comes in various shapes and sizes, some less obvious than others but no less sincere. We all have a dominant style. (Comments indicate those categories are quality time, words of encouragement, gifts, acts of service, and physical touch.) We could all benefit from speaking the native language of our partners, and accurately decoding their communication. Pretty tragic when translation gaps lead to hard feelings or divorce, when both parties are in earnest.
Guess which communicator type I married?
Well, you don’t have to, because the photos below will make it clear. Let me explain first that I’ve retreated to writing on the laptop again in a bedroom nook, largely because I have zero self-control and I can make it harder to gain Internet access. To enable comfort, I asked for an appropriately sized plank I could lay across the armrests of my chair. This is what the ToolMaster made me from scrap wood he had in the basement:
- Two beverage holders, sized to fit my thermal mug.
- Legs, for when I want to switch it up and write in bed.
- Raised edges–small jiggles won’t send pen and mouse careening.
- Carrying handles, which also diminish its weight.
- Furry models are extra. (That’s Maya to the left, Needles to the right.)
Now keep in mind this was made by a man who doesn’t read fiction, doesn’t particularly care for the movie equivalent of what I write, and has yet to see a positive balance sheet from this writing gig. Am I lucky or what?
In anticipation of your question, no, he’s not ready to make this a side business.
If you write, does your partner support your endeavors through words or deeds? If they seem indifferent, could it be that you’re misunderstanding their “code”?
PS: In an unrelated matter, I was up on WU last week and forgot to direct you there. Despite my tardiness, it’s not too late to comment, and it’s certainly not too late to read. Stop Feeling Like an Author Wishbone: First Do No Harm
Photo courtesy of _MG_4042 on Flickr