When he is seized to write something, it is with a capital S.

I've gone through years of seething jealousy and crying and moping about it, wailing at the rafters and thumping his chest in frustration that he can just DO this, pow pow pow (I often say "i hate you for this line!" when doing the first read of his fics), but finally have come to accept we're very different writers. He's just the brilliant one, and my forte is telling long, winding stories. Ah well!