Sheila knew that look well enough. Maybe he wasn't a writer exactly, but when Writer's Block was around it made everything impossible. She'd had her own few bouts over the years, dealing with that sudden inability to come up with anything decent to tell or write about. Not an easy thing to talk about and she switched subjects immediately. She didn't want to be too much of a hypocrite.
"No. Should I? I've been busy with work and hanging out at the parks."