What it's like to be a writer (when your wife is a businesswoman)

Yesterday Jessica was home sick, which meant she had a rare opportunity to see me working. It looks like this: me with my laptop, typing, hour after hour, all day long. She said she was glad she didn't work at home, that it would be too boring for her.

So five o'clock rolled around, then six o'clock. Violet went down to the courtyard to play with her friends. Jessica said, "Are you still working?"

I said, "Yes. Are you surprised?"

She said, "Not that you're working, I knew you worked. I'm just surprised it amounts to so little."