Time. Time and space. Time to write, space conducive to writing, which, if you live with another human being, will never be perfect. My husband is a drummer. For humor's sake, I am tempted to end there. But those of you who know me, probably already know: I do my best writing when he is practicing on his set. It makes sense to me. I'm a dancer. Rhythm speaks to me. Don't get me wrong - I wear earplugs - it's loud! But there's something about all that energy that centers me. And so I have begun...the final version of The Hat is percolating and by the end of January, it will be finished.