Being a doctor, a single mother of twins, a parent to a special needs child, an occasional e-Harmony user and the only living child of aging parents wasn’t doing it for me. Something was missing.

Right now, you’re thinking the answer is:

A. a tribe of helpful minions

B. a soulfully handsome, witty dude

C. a little hubba-hubba

D. sleep.

Every year for a decade, a brochure came across my desk for a conference on fiction writing for physicians. Every year I sighed, wishing I had time to go. The pamphlet went into the trash (again) and I went back to my patients, my children, my parents, my charts – my life.