I’ve been lucky this past year… and got rather accustomed to waking up, getting to work, enjoying my days. This is no small thing for someone who’s spent an embarrassingly large amount of time not writing because she didn’t feel happy enough to be writing. Divorce, a house fire, family and health issues—you name it. If there was a crisis, I felt it. I suppose that being overly sensitive can be considered a good thing for a writer, but the fact is, too much sensitivity and a tendency to slide into the mud of depression are anathema to a writer’s productivity.