A few mornings ago, I was sitting at my computer drinking my customary mug of tea when my fella, Mr. J, walked in and said, “So, are you doing that writing thing you do?”
I felt sheepish. I was not doing that writing thing I do, unless tapping out a stream of e-mails counts as such (it does not). “Uh, no,” I replied. “I had a bunch of e-mails to catch up on.”








