So it begins.
Time. I have been thinking about time a lot lately. I never seem to have enough, and what time I do have occurs in the spaces between tending to other things. All of my productivity pretty much occurs in those spaces. I have four scripts that are being written at what feels like a glacial pace. My bookmark tab is filled with research links, and my phone has become my notepad and sketchbook when it isn't confiscated by a certain toddler. Because it's (in her words) her phone. One, admittedly, she uses to draw with or play minion rush or diamond digger. I would set up my old iPhone so she could use it, but the reality is she would still ignore it for mine, because its not about the phone. It's about having my attention, and spending time with me. Our time left in Berlin can now be measured in months. The months remaining here have become a countdown of things to complete before we leave. We have to shed weight by getting rid of stuff we haven't used or looked at in th