I didn’t have to ask about his mother again. That afternoon Lee called me from work. He had thought about it and made up his mind. “I’m between patients,” he told me when I answered the phone. “Damn, but it’s busy today. How’s the writing coming?”
“Alright.” It wasn’t quite a lie, since I did get one full paragraph done. One new paragraph. I had re-read the chapter that got me the grant in the first place, trying to fall back into the story and managed a few sentences of a new chapter before I found myself stuck. Suddenly, the walls were so much more interesting than the computer screen and I spent the rest of the morning staring at them, willing myself to write. I had to be the most uninspired person in the world.
But if Lee noticed my reluctance to talk about my writing, or lack thereo
