Remember when, for ten years, I wrote on this blog everyday like it was my job, because sometimes it was? And then remember when I had children and decided to back off this commitment and let it be every other day, and slowly over time, that became once a week, and now it’s just something I remember once a month, if I’m lucky? Well, HERE WE ARE. I’m in the throes of post production on Five Star which turns out is ACTUALLY the hardest part of making a show. It’s not writing 8 episodes, it’s not producing them, it’s actually looking at what you have and wondering, existentially, and under a gun, who am I and what is this? I have no more thoughts or musings, but here’s a small slice of cheese from this morning. Walking to school with Joe, we stopped to blow a dandelion and make a wish. He said he wished for a matchbox car, asked me what mine was.

I wished that people will like my show.

Joe: But they might not, Mom.

Me: (weirdly paranoid that my 5 year old even does not like my show) Why not?!

Joe: Because you can’t control what people think.

You can’t control it. There it is. See you in the spring, if we’re lucky. xo