The rewards of fatherhood: earlier this week, my son Sam informed me that he loves me, but not as much as he loves bologna. 

I've gotten a few words down today, but not as many as I'd like.  Maybe later.  As long as I get a minimum of 1,000 a day, I'm satisfied.  More is always better, though.  My writing music today was Noel Gallagher's High Flying Birds.  It's strange, I don't really love the disc, but it's good music to write to.  I think I'll kick back and read a little bit of the Steve Jobs biography.