There’s nothing like being up with a newborn in the middle of the night, her staring up at you with your own Eyes, to make work feel so far way. Every deadline and contract and note, every act 2 and every rewrite and zoom, it all feels like a game you used to play but got bored of, except the game PAYS YOUR MORTGAGE so yes at some point, I will re-engage, because I must. But for now, really all that matters is the script of her hunger, the story of her sleep.