Bob doesn't want to read my blog...

He doesn't even want to look at it!*! And it even has Carter's picture on it! He says it's "of the devil". (Why does THAT sound familiar?) Why is it that what we don't know about, what we fear, what we don't like, we don't want to face? I LOVE to write... I used to only like writing by hand, but now it's like I can't even think to write that way. I compose on computer. Writing is like breathing for me. A great stress-reliever too. Is Bob jealous of the time I spend away from him and spend in writing? You can't take it away from me. It is part of me.