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.