When you see her, thank her...
I have stopped writing two times in the last ten years. The first time was when I split from my ex wife the woman I married once. I was going down THROUGH it. I felt like shit and nothing I enjoyed was actually enjoyable. My beautiful lawn went to shit, my house was a mess and my life was more of one. All things coming down around me, the LAST thing on my mind was putting these fingers to the keys. The next time was after I changed departments in 2018 and was no longer spending 8 hours a day on a second computer that my employer was not monitoring my activity on. Sprinkle in a week and a half hospital stop 7 weeks later and shit got real, like too real to be worried about my creative output. Of late, as in over the past three months, my wife (no modifiers, I am actually married to this one) , has been pushing me to sit down and get my ass back to creative work. “Why aren’t you writing?” she would ask. I had an answer in 2018 when I apparently narrowly e