I have a problem. I like to get up early and write but I also like to sleep next to my wife. My other job takes me away from home a lot. I’ve spent years away from my wife. I don’t like this. I often think of the scene in Dr. Zhivago when Klaus Kinski sees the old couple snuggling on the train. It’s cold intellectualism versus real human warmth.
There will be many more nights that I spend alone in a sleeping bag far from home. This knowledge sends me back to bed or keeps me in it.