I've been working all day on the film script rewrite for Ed. Whenever I've worked on this project, or any of my projects before, I was always writing for my wife, and dreaming of the crib that would go into my office, when that time came. It felt strange today to not have that as my motivation. I guess it's because the script was written during the relationship, and rewritten and rewritten, and written again, that brought it all to mind. Not sure why I'm sharing this actually. But I am. And now I'm going to suck-it-up and get back to work.