The boy was scoped today. I videotaped some of him being really goofy on drugs. The doc found nothing in particular so far. We wait for biopsies. There was one small nodule that could be something or not, and that was biopsied. Hopefully we get some results this Thursday. Basically there’s no “smoking gun” as it were. I’m not sure if I’m happy about that or not. On the one hand, yay! He’s not got a boiling ulcer! On the other hand, what the hell is wrong that’s making him barf???? He only threw up twice today. It was surprised, given he’d been scoped. I thought his stomach would be more upset. I’m glad it’s not.
I have been thinking about writing. First, this program was suggested to me today: Scapple. I’m thinking about trying it to see about plotting and developing ideas. I’m wondering how it will work for me.
I also got to thinking about how difficult it has been to get writing done this last month or so–partly because the boy got sick, but also partly because of the holidays and doing all the things. I am in a situation now where I really need to sink down in the work. I need to immerse and really think. More importantly, I need to nurture the creativity. I need to protect the work.
I’ve heard that phrase before, but I haven’t really thought of it. But today I realized this is what I have to do. This is the thing that it’s in danger. I admit that with my son ill, I may not be able to focus or be creative or do the work that I need to do, but after that, or because of that, I need to focus on protecting the work. I’m not sure how yet, but I’ve got to do it.