My day today

Living with my husband is an adventure in and of itself. There are times when I have hit a wall with my writing and I am trailing so far behind that I don't think I will ever catch up. It is quite stressful. I never dreamed of a day when I would actually be writing for someone else. It can be a heavy responsibility, but as my husband points out on a daily basis, I can do it. He is so good at reaching deep down inside of me and pulling up the motivation that I lack. He takes me by the hand and helps me cross the gaping whole in front of me. Then I look back and I realize, he was right, once again. I struggle to contain my inner artist instead of letting it out. However, I am not real sure who my inner artist is. Where is my voice? How do I describe the things I see in my head, into words that complete the entire picture? He tells me where to look and he reminds me of how my writing has always touched him and others around me. He writes as well, but he forgets all punctuation, I only forget half, so reading his writings is like touring through his mind on an endless acid trip. But I love him anyways. He is so encouraging and supportive and that, my dear friends, is how come I am still with him.