A short and sweet interview with my wife, FF: It's July. The end of July and FF sits at her desk working on random blips and bleeps of the beginnings of another novel. Her posture is decent, and an outsider who isn't as familiar with posture might even think it's mostly good. She wears a red dress. The same red dress she's been wearing for years now. A dress with subtle stains on both the hem line and bosom area. Her eyes are lined in black liner and her hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail at the nape of her neck. She blinks rapidly and every four minutes pauses to do a handstand.

FF: So this is work for you?

FF: Yep. I spend ALOT of time working. Making things for other people. Making things for myself. Making things that sell and sometimes things that don't sell. Making things that may not ever go anywhere at all, but for some reason, I keep at it. 

FF: And do you enjoy it?

FF: I sort of hate that question. I think the nature of work is, for the most part enjoyable and not-so-enjoyable. I like it sometimes and despise it other times. It's work. If you have to do something every single day of your life. Wake up, get dressed, feed yourself, on and on and on, more than likely, you are going to have a precarious relationship to it. 

FF: So is that why you do handstands?

FF: Absolutely. Handstands are good for changing up the scene and shaking up your blood a bit. And everything looks different from upside down.