343. To Hell With Psychologists

Packed the borrowed car and went back to our own apartment in the City to do a few things, including 4 hours of washing clothes in the industrial machines that inhabit our basement – a bit like Björk’s cars in The Modern Things. I’m sure both were here when the dinosaurs roamed the Earth …

But seriously, it was a fine day and sunshine when we drove back on the freeway and Jay was in good spirits.… Read more

284. No Regrets Day

Went to a meeting for the self-publishing association here, and admitted that I had given up writing a novel. So why did I go?

Mostly to meet KP, as an excuse. He is the head of the association and a nice guy and I’d like to talk to him more. Didn’t get to do it that much during the meeting, but at least I was reminded why he was a nice guy.… Read more

237. Stones

During this blog, I’ve repeatedly returned to my need to draw and tried to argue why I should ‘keep the flame’ and then musing about how to do it. The problem is I’ve failed every time.

The previous considerations about everything from my concrete drawing projects to the deeper philosophy behind this part of my life may be true in a certain context, and may have been true, but since I am continually not drawing … something is clearly wrong.… Read more

229. The Only Thing

Today my mum came by to see her grand son and we had a great time, except in the evening when Jay was next to impossible for reasons we couldn’t quite gauge.

Maybe the stomach, maybe just because he is growing. Maybe just … because.

But something else has been growing, in my mind, recently … a thought about my ‘lost’ novella-series, Shade of the Morning Sun.… Read more