The other evening I was reading my most recent novel attempt to my husband who is great and very honest and he says, “Hasn’t this been done a lot before?” And in my head I’m thinking you know he’s probably right and if I fuss at him he won’t agree to hear my work anymore. And in my heart and what, of course, comes out of my mouth is something about how I am writing what I know and this is what I know and that my characters are different from those other characters… But even as I say it I feel that it is a pretty lame defense. I apologize and tell him he’s probably right, and set aside the notebook. What I need to do is pick up the notebook again and just write some more. I can’t help but think that my experiences were unique and wonderful and deserve to be written about. I just need to hit on the unique and forget about what everyone else does.