Mark looked at his ideas document and wondered again why he had such a bounty of ideas and so little written. Then he heard Linda’s cry through the baby monitor and he remembered. As the crying grew louder and more insistent, Mark closed the document. Nothing was going to get done tonight, but then again nothing had been done for like two weeks now. Still he pushed away from his desk and headed upstairs. While the worlds in his imagination would wait for him, Linda wasn’t. Besides, Mark had read lack of sleep helped with creativity. He was going to be so creative for the next couple of years, it might kill him.