I finished practicing for at least 10 minutes on the guitar today, which makes it 6 out of the last 7 days.

So this tiny increments thing is working as a starting place to start clawing back some time for myself.  I shall keep that in mind as I endeavor to do other big things in perhaps smaller bites.

And now I get to enjoy a reward.  I'll contemplate what.

One thing I started last night around the edges of tech, to sort of take the edge off of feeling like I was feeling, was opening a file and re-saving it as a starting place for generating, finally, the online publishing version of the script for Spellbound, which I uncharacteristically hadn't done.  Why?  Because in my mind there was no one to do it for because Mom and Dad were dead.  And they, traditionally, have been the base line of "Does anybody care?  Does anybody want to see this?"

And it occurred to me while I was out in Montana: Ursula cares.  Ursula wants to see this.
And her family as well, but... Ursula was intrigued by this particular play idea back when I was developing it.
And now it's in its audition-ready, rehearsal-ready form.
And in the past, an easy birthday/Christmas/Mother's Day/Father's Day gift was always to generate a hard copy of the latest script I'd finished.
My goddaughter isn't quite the same kind of audience.  But she's probably the closest I've got.

So I'll do it with her as the intended end point.

New strategies, new incentives.

And I'm going to revisit that script document right now...