It's True

I was standing downstairs in the dining room at work, talking to Emily. "You should have called me," I said, "I was up until 2 a.m. writing."

"On your novel?" She asked.

"No. On something about the mural."

"I don't know how you can stay up until two a.m. just writing. I'd have to be drunk or... I don't know, I'd fall asleep."

"Writing is the love of my life," I said, and it's true.