My husband likes to call it
However, he is sometimes referred to as
No matter how you spell it (because he DID take me to Washington DC for six days), Hotel Room Internet Fee+My Husband=No Internet.
Well, we bought a couple of hours one day. But I was pretty much out of the net loop for the week and between walking Capitol Hill and the Mall, navigating the Metro, finding the fun dining spots, getting dolled up for the Gala, and my husband's conferences and meeting with legislators and such, I found myself with a little time for introspection. And rubbing my feet. And reading Brandon Sanderson's Elantris.
I was too tired to write, but I did have a dream one night. A dream story. A dream story with a main character with a name and a purpose and an antagonist, and a setting that will work, and dialogue I remember. I only need to make dinner and take my daughter shopping, play my volleyball game, participate in Family Home Evening and fold the laundry, and then probably drop because we got home at midnight last night. But maybe not. Maybe I'll dive in, build a world, and create a character to fall in love with. I just. Need. To get. It out.
Maybe Me+No Internet=Subconscious Creative Juice Flow.
That pear is getting pretty dang ripe.