A lonely day of stomach twitches, swelling and digestive pain. All beyond my control, there's little I can do but eat lightly and wait.
Updated my master index of writings. Created two short format videos of Nightfood tracks, which took a surprisingly long time. I could do more and perhaps should, but need a plan of what to post when. My promotional efforts all seem futile, but I do wish and hope that my work was seen and heard. I was encouraged as a child not to show off, to actively fear being noticed - this was not helpful training. Fitted labels and mirror plates to prepare the three paintings for Castle Park delivery.
Tonight, as has been the case historically when suffering with stomach pain, I went for a long night walk. A surprisingly mild night. My room of 17 degrees feels colder than outdoors. I went to Chesterton Drive. Number 4 was the home of my aunt and uncle as a child. I know the house well and it fills a surprisingly large part of my location brain. The Lego-like houses of the poets' estate perhaps made and make an impression, they always remind me of ancient 3D computer games like Mercenary on Amiga, Driller on the Commodore 64. My memories there mostly concern games, my first look at an Atari game console and Pong. A Vic-20, and later my joy of playing Commodore 64 games like Choplifter and Spy Hunter there, via its floppy disc drive.
The design of the house has bled into my writing. The house is George Vance's house, the protagonist of The Many Beautiful Worlds of Death. The garden and his kitchen in the early chapters is no. 4's garden and kitchen. The party is in the front room. His bed room the one upstairs and to the left. The under-stairs cupboard, which in reality is just a cupboard, leads in the book to his laboratory.
I must muster a plan and energy for some work tomorrow.
