My husband participates in three, yes, three, Fantasy Football Leagues. This was a particularly good year for him. He placed second in one league and won the other two– including a big win the weekend before last.
His final league goes two weeks beyond the other two, which extends football season for us considering the Bears are always out by then.
He really enjoys FF and is obviously good at it. He’s also, dare I say, a wee bit obnoxious regarding his ability to pick a good team. He’s not picking the chalk. Along the chalk? From the chalk? I dunno, something about chalk.
I do know that the “chalk” are the favored players. Guys who pick the chalk go down the line selecting their team based on what “best” player is next available. Their teams are often reliably okay and completely interchangeable.
Dave don’t play like that.
Dave picks risky. Based on charts and graphs and sports radio and his gut.
He’s no fool.
He wants to win. He expects to win.
It’s a quality I admire in him… but have always been a little too tentative to pursue on my own.
Until now.
It’s 2015 and I’m going risky.
I’m finishing those novels.
I’m hiring an editor.
I’m submitting for publication.
Or I’m going home.
Mary Lamphere 
I am in your boat and 150% behind you. The studio is finally enterable, and I can finally seek quiet refuge in my writing and creative space. I, like you, am finding the need to “go big, or go home” – but, like Yoda said, “There is no try. Only do!” Go for it!!!
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