Morning bath for babies…

Starting day differently.  What I needed.  Listening to Jack’s inexhaustible lunacy speech that makes me laugh like I’m his age and Emma’s little coos and chirps and ‘dada’s’ has me in a better writing mood and mode.  Not that I was in a bad mood or anything, just tired, and focusing too much on what makes the writing father, an utter time scarcity.  But watching him play reminds me I need to more play, have fun in my writing, approach all pages like a painter with new colors and canvases.  It’s so much more valuable as a writer if you act more like a child and less like a predictable grown-up.

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