The inertia boils down to this: I love two opposing forces.
What a novel it would be to marry these two: a demon and a saint; a wolverine and a fairy; a creator and a destroyer.
I love my day job; but I also love writing; sadly, the two are all-consuming. My inner muse, the writer in me, cannot be knit with her other half. Any teacher knows how consuming it is: waking up at a God-forsaken hour to prepare for the children; answering a myriad of questions during the day; managing the chaos of conf...