My husband really treats my writing like it's a job - and he reminds me of that when I have those low moments where I think I should just quit and become a waitress.
It's nice being married to somebody who thinks you've got something better in you.
My husband is always supportive and excited about my projects, and I feel very fortunate to have him cheer me on and encourage me.
Not only is my husband the most encouraging partner, he is more demanding than me when it comes to films, wanting me to do better roles.
My husband is old-fashioned and kind, he does the greatest Sinatra impression, and I'd never have written anything if he hadn't read all those bedtime stories and unloaded the dishwasher while I slaved over chapters.
I very seldom said no, and I was aided and abetted by my husband, who realized that the one thing I could do was to be a very good actress, by his note.
I had very little support from any feminist organization. But fortunately my post-marital lover, who had bailed out of academia over political in-fighting, was a one-man support team. He was the one who pushed me to write.
