I could say that I just knew, but that’s cliché. I didn’t know, but on my way to work that morning, there were signs.
I kissed my wife and two kids before leaving the house. 888 more words
About a month ago, I did.
I just … stopped.
It was, and is, a most peculiar feeling. Nothing prompted it. I wasn’t burned out, or ill, had ‘writer’s block’, felt stressed, over-committed elsewhere, or anything that I could point to and say, ‘that’s why.’ 145 more words