Not a word; not a single observation or noted scene has been jotted down since my ending the course and waiting for assessment submission dates to come around. Stress at work could be blamed, the spectre of redundancy and the dip before moving onto the next course. But that wouldn’t be entirely true. It’s relief at the finish, fear of assessment and fatigue.
In a rush of optimism, I sent the application for the next course Writing 1: Poetry (40 Credits) and received an email telling me that the course materials would be dispatched after May 3rd. I want to get on and push forward but part of my focus is on the calendar waiting for the day when the parcel can be sent in and then all matters are out of my hands – as far as the portfolio course is concerned.
I am taking Nina’s advice and reading as much as before, trying not to worry and snatching every moment to grab a page here or a chapter there, between living the life and working the work.
At 45 I feel the drip of time like poison. I want things to move faster but need to gather myself, finish the plan and then walk the walk and see if dreams really do come true. I have decided that this blog will continue with the next course and hopefully be of use in the habit and discipline of writing. After all it has got me writing again even if this is just a post about where I am with life and the anticipation of the coming work…
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