I think a lot about the women who created work that defined American literature and then had that work credited to the men they loved. Anais Nin wrote and rewrote whole sections of Tropic of Cancer by Henry Miller. Scott Fitzgerald cannibalized Zelda’s life and writing for his own books. We have an obligation to create and tell our stories to vindicate the women who were cast as the muse when they should have been the creator. We can’t just be the wife of the artist, we have to be the artist