Jim and I are enjoying a day off together in Morgantown. We are sitting in the Barnes & Noble cafe, facing each other and looking at our laptops. It is a rainy October day. The leaves are changing. Our three-year anniversary is coming up. I had to remind him, which is okay. He is a good man, and I love him. Every once in a while, we go to a coffee house and write. It motivates me to focus.

I am enjoying writing more now. Perhaps it is because I am less concerned about being perfect. I don’t have to compose a great American novel but can simply communicate my thoughts.