A few months ago, I tried to begin my work workday one morning, but I flat-out couldn’t do it. As I stared at the blank “page” on the computer monitor, hot tea, breakfast bar, and research materials by my side, I felt anxious, unable to concentrate. I couldn’t sit still, and my brain was buzzing with nervous energy. I had to get up and do something—anything. Anything other than write, that is.
When my wife discovered she was pregnant, she came into the kitchen where I was getting dinner ready and sheepishly, hesitatingly, told me the big news, hoping that I wouldn’t have a heart attack...