Aspiring writers are always advised to write about what they know. But what if you've been trapped in a happy marriage for the past thirty years? No angst, nothing to rebel against apart from the unremitting happiness. No happy ending. Just a happy beginning and middle.
My wife doesn't help either. I've explained a million times that I need to be a tortured soul to find something to write about. She just shakes her head, the ghost of a wry smile on her face, and tells me to stop being silly.
I tell you, it's driving me nuts. I don't think I can take much more.