So who's the writer around here, anyway?

I am married to a man who can do anything I can do, except better.

I can pretty make much any recipe come out right. Kenny eats something at the Cheesecake Factory and says, "That was good. I think I'll learn to make that." Then he wanders into the kitchen and does, just rifling through fridge doors and spice cabinets and whipping up something amazing.

He can beat me in Scrabble. Me. In Scrabble. Only one of three people on the planet who ever has.

I got a bachelors in English and taught it. He got a masters in Latin American literature and taught it.

I blog about stuff I think about. He blogs about highly technical software design.

When I'm not writing, I follow simple patterns to crochet baby blankets for friends as a creative outlet. Kenny writes music. And plays it. And he does both really well.

I try to write thoughtful, well-considered book reviews, like for Fool Me Twice. Kenny writes this in a review for a book he read as an afterthought:

The first couple pages gave me the hope that this would be one of those quirky, fast-paced, inventive novels in the Chuck Palahniuk vein (only, hopefully, not so repulsive). But instead of "Fight Club", I got "Dine-And-Dash Club". If I was hoping for Henry Weinhard's Premium Root Beer from a cold glass bottle, I got Shasta Diet Cream Soda mixed with half a cup of melted ice...

I'd probably mind except he's the least competitive person on the planet. He's just naturally good at things and completely humble about it.

So I thought, who better for a guest blogger than my husband Kenny? Nobody, that's who. Keep an eye out for Kenny's blog on Monday on what it's like to be married to an aspiring writer.