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PLOT TWIST! Mrs. Movie Snob has a new alias; Mrs. First Time Novelist!

The first time novelist I'm referring to here is not myself. Blogs and funny quips are about the extent of my writing talents. No, the first time novelist to which I'm referring is, of course, my husband, Matt. C. Sully.

For months, he's been researching, outlining, networking and writing what I'm sure is going to be an opus the likes of which are rarely seen. (read?) Night after night, he talks to me about his characters; their strengths, weaknesses and journeys. I can tell he's truly come to love them. It's really something to watch him get so excited about this world he's created out of thin air.

Even though he just began writing in the Spring, I know this story has been in him for some time just waiting to be told. The timing had to be right to give it it's due, but now that he has surrendered to his creative inclinations, it seems to be pouring out; word by word, page by page.

Some days he struggles. Even then though, it's not a writer's block I see but more of a careful consideration of what or how to say something. I'll often find him, two screens simultaneously working; one with his words and the other with the history of some mundane detail you or I would never even think to research. (Bonnet colours, anyone?)

So for now we wait. We encourage. We support. He's set a goal of completion for his 40th birthday. I have not doubt he'll do it. His tenacity won't let him fail.

I was lucky enough to get a sneak peak of the first 3 chapters. Now, I'll try not be biased but that boy is good. Really good. I wanted to scream it from the rooftops, "HE'S! SO! DAMN! GOOD!!"

And I was more than a little relieved that the pages weren't filled with "ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKE MATT A DULL BOY."

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