I’ve been there. No, actually, I’m there now. I’m there with you when you start to feel like you should be at home writing when things start to get slow at your day job. I’m there with you when you get home and collapse on the couch when you meant to write out a few poems, the first 2,000 words of the novel that swims in your head during the day, or the pitch to the first magazine on your bucket list that you finally have the nerve to write.