Fair warning, this post may get a little saccharine. Why? Because I want to take a moment and show my appreciation for the woman I love.

And no, this isn’t simply me sucking up because I forgot our anniversary or anything (hold on while I double-check that our anniversary is not today…whew, all set). It’s also NOT because she’s about to read a book I just wrote and I’m trying to get on her good side before she starts…

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Okay, it is.

However, I do want to write a little about how much I love her. I’ll try to keep this short and to the point.

My wife is my partner in crime. I rely heavily on her opinions regarding my writing (though I do completely disregard her opinion about Dragon Ball Z). There’s no one else I’d rather hang with. No one else I trust as implicitly. We have long, in depth conversations about plot, character, prose, you name it. I don’t want to show off, but hey, she’s awesome and she deserves the props. Also, she puts up equally with my geeking out on Sci-Fi stuff or getting all down & dirty and professorial while I ramble about deconstructionist approaches to paradigm shifts in genre fiction. You can’t buy that kind of tolerance, my friends.

So I drew pictures of what it’s like around here.

Now, you’ll have to excuse a bit of artistic license. My wife is, of course, aware that I write UF. The Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy reference is a bit of an inside joke between us, and I included it for no other reason than to score points with her. Hey, what can I say? I do what I can.

Also, I wanted to draw Giant Evil Clown Robots. Just because.

Once again, these were created with Microsoft Paint, so much fun I’d honestly prefer having my spleen removed with a spoon. A critical evaluation of the panels will reveal that, as a Paint artist, I have: 1. Fluid concepts of perspective 2. Problems with relative size of objects on a two-dimensional plane 3. A healthy love for shotguns and Giant Evil Clown Robots. 4. Mistakenly come to believe that people have either starfish legs or completely lack feet of any kind.

Disclaimers:

Some of you may wonder what Giant Evil Clown Robots have to do with love. The answer is: nothing whatsoever. No hallucinogens were consumed during the creation of this post. This is a natural high, people. No disrespect was meant toward either paranormal romance and/or giant fire-breathing squids. PNR people, you know I got your back. You as well, giant squids.

 Keith Melton

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