Well, walkerjojones you’ve written my feelings into words. I knew this entry would be something special when I saw the title. I had never thought of it that way, but I realize now that I also quit my marriage of almost 25 years to write. When I was married, I wrote nothing but what I was paid to write at work. Since I moved out, I can’t stop writing. It’s the only thing I want to do. I’m never too tired now — the day is simply too short. Sometimes I stay up all night writing. Fiction. Poetry. Long-buried memories. Exorcising the demons that marred my past. When I talk to my parents, they say, You should get out and do something fun. There is only one thing I can describe as fun, and I’m already doing it. The only thing that would make it more fun is having more hours in which to write. Take hours away from my day job and contribute them to my nighttime pursuit of bliss. My idea of fun.