I was telling my wife the other day that she didn’t ever give me props for things I’ve done or accomplished. She asked for an example and I said that I told the missionaries about her drawings when they were over. I knew it was something that was important to her and she enjoyed doing, and I thought it’d be nice to focus on her and get some compliments.
So we had some friends over last week and my wife had apparently listened to what I had said because she mentioned my books to them. I’m pretty sure one of them knew about my books, as I know she’s come to this site before, but her husband may not have. Long story short, I knew it was not going to be a good idea to “show them off” because I’m in a kind of fragile mood lately and am not up to taking criticisms about something as personal as my writings or my books. My wife, God love her, didn’t really think about that and was just acting on something I had said a while before.
The husband mentions something about being good with graphics and that maybe he could help me make my “covers look better.”
It’s the stupidest thing because I don’t particularly care about how the books look, but just that they’re out. You know, I’m out there. It’d be like if I said I was gay or something, and someone said my invitations to the great coming out event weren’t fruity enough or something. I dunno. It just hurt.
They’re just graphics off my website that I made one day on a whim. If he had said my website looked shitty, I would have agreed. The book is different.
