How Not to Support a Writer

A partner once asked me why I never shared my writing with him. “I’ve shown you stories,” I reminded him. “The ones I won that award for.” “Everybody saw those,” he said, dismissing them. I don’t think he’d bothered to read the stories, because that wasn’t the point of this exercise. What mattered to him—what threatened him—was that I had an inner life, one I didn’t share with him. If he truly mattered more than everybody else, I needed to prove it by sharing something unfinished, something no one else had seen. I never caved to that pressure, but that … Continue reading How Not to Support a Writer