Rock Robot Rock

A few months ago Shawn and I tried to find a way for him to quit his job and either go back to school or focus on his music full-time. We failed. There's more to it than that but what it boils down to is that it was a huge risk that we weren't willing to make right now. So for the last few months, Shawn has come home from work every night and tucked himself away in the den to work on his album. It's been difficult. I've gone to bed alone too many times to count, resorting to ear plugs so I could fall asleep. I've been on the receiving end of snarky looks when I interrupt "the process" and I've given many snarky looks when I've heard the same bass lick fifty times in a row. It was worth it, though, because the album is finally finished.

It can be lonely, watching someone you love be so immersed in something that doesn't include you. I would be lying if I said that I didn't feel resentful or envious or stroppy at times. "The process" can be an exclusive bitch sometimes. But now that the album is done and I have my husband back? I am nothing but proud.