It’s official. I have a five-month-old demon soccer player growing in my uterus. Evidently, it enjoys night games. As I toss and turn, adjusting pillows between my legs and under my back, I realize this is the second week in a row that I am struggling with sleep. I decide I should be productive and head to my office. I’ll work tonight and rest in the recliner tomorrow when the baby quits moving.

I stare at my current work in progress for several minutes. My writing mojo must be on ...