You: Sounds like an excuse. If you want to write, you find the time.
Me: Yes, but, what if it's something more. What if, it's writers' block. What...Do. I do. Then?
You: Why don't you read this article you wrote...
He smiled. Smiled--at such a note? Was he insane?
Maybe. He did, after all, love a writer. That required some degree of insanity.
Yes, he smiled. He smiled because he knew her writer's block was over. Thor had found his hammer. The angels had found their harps. And his wife had found her muse. All was right with the world; she was back at work.
As if she were dancing on sunbeams, she floated into the kitchen. "Did you read it?"
What did he say? What could he say? "Um, yes. Yes, I did."
"Well, what do you think?"
"I know." Her entire face shone like the sun. "I'm not sure where it fits yet. But that doesn't matter. I've started. That's the hardest part. Starting." She joined him at the table, her hand smoothing the paper. "Sometimes it's like assembling a jigsaw puzzle. Only you don't have to find all the corner pieces first. You just have to find a piece."
Yes, he had to admit, it did help to be a little insane.