Life is like a trumpet - if you don't put anything into it, you don't get anything out of it.
But I now think what I was doing, in a completely unconscious way, was getting off the turf where my husband and I might be rivals. We were both working in fiction... so I look back and I see that I consciously vacated the contested ground.
I know Quebecers don't want to relive old battles; they prefer to build for the future.