OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
A lovely writer came to visit and brought two of my favourite things: flowers and soap. She also brought her writing, which I love. Still smiling.
Until her visit on my stoep in the late afternoon, the day was a real muddle with only one brief highlight when my love and I visited the Book Lounge together. He was buying books for himself and gifted me a copy of the latest newcomer on the local literary journal scene: Everyday Journal. The first issue features new writing by Nick Mulgrew :) (among others! exciting stuff).
Nick and I are in the process of editing his debut novel. The strongest creative lifeline for me at the moment.
Yesterday, I met with a writer whose work I first included in Touch. We hope to work together again one day. There are so many great ideas and creative forces in play out there. If only I could win the lottery and shape them into being …
But for now, I need to focus on sustaining my energy levels to get through the remaining three projects that require my attention before the BIG rest. There can be no deviation from this plan.
My love and I spent the evening at the Waterfront. We managed not to assault the police or tarnish anyone’s reputation.
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”
Just when I was about to post this, I received a video of our friend leaving the ICU after over two months. She is alive. She will be well. The entire staff of the hospital – the miracle workers and superheroes of our times – cheered her on. And I am typing this with tears of relief and gratitude pouring down my face …