My DH is always telling me I should write a book, enter an essay contest, write poetry. While I appreciate that he thinks I'm that good of a writer, I couldn't do it. I was a really smart kid that cracked under pressure and burned out. I tested gifted, read early, high IQ, your basic child prodigy. But all the pressure from my parents to NEVER be less than perfect was too much. I am now a SAHM and other than reading recreationally or to my kids I loathe learning. At the end of the day I just want to watch a mindless TV show, reread a King novel, or play a game on my phone. I spent my whole life feeling like I had a gun held to my head and now that I am free of that I want no part. Could I write a book? Yeah sure I guess I could- hell anyone can do it. Do I want to? No. As frustrating as it is for my DH to feel like I am 'wasting' my intelligence, it's just as frustrating for me that he doesn't respect my request to leave it alone.