Our married writing couple disagree on one major point. He is addicted to the present tense, while she wrote only in the past. The books they read fit those preferences.
Picture the scene. He writes a scathing review of her latest novel, says she’ll go nowhere in the literary world, has no future, is all washed up. Simultaneously, she reviewed his latest thriller as the work of a has-been, a never-was, an author consigned to the dustbin of history.
No matter. Like ships passing in the night, they read neither of the other’s criticism – the secret of a successful marriage.
by Gordon Lawrie
From: Friday Flash Fiction