Written 17 June, 2020
A golden, sunny day when I work with my heart in my mouth.
Research I need to do to teach at ANU. Does the brain work the same way for musicians creating as it does for novelists? It seems so, the research says. The big different is between novice artists and experienced ones.
Research for a new beach video, the fourth on You Tube.
Five hours editing my rejected novel.
And all the time, my worry about GG is like a silent scream going on in the background. He hasn’t a fever. Just chilled. Coughing, Sniffling. Sleepy. All he can do is lie in bed and read. At night, he gets up for dinner and claims he’s ok.
After a day of sleeping, he goes to bed early, exhausted.
We wait, We wait.