Winter Slump
Well, I have been the worst blogger ever. I cannot remember the last time I blogged. I could find out... but I don't want to admit how terrible I have been.
It's been a funny old Christmas time.
This is the first time I have sat down and thought about writing. I haven't been writing avidly this semester, sometimes it has been a massive struggle to even consider it, but these past two weeks I have taken for myself. And the fact that I have had an almighty cold which I caught ON MY BIRTHDAY. Worst luck ever.
Anyway, all the festivities are over and I am finally surfacing from illness having (indulgently) read six books in the last two weeks and am trying to cram in as much stimuli and inspiration as I can now, before I begin another grueling term. I say grueling, was it really? I'm unsure. This Christmas hiatus messes with me sometimes. I am not sure what came before and what I face after. All I know is that the previous semester was tough, but it may be nothing compared to what I will face this term, that is if I am repeating the cycle of last year.
Nonetheless, it has actually been a good Christmas, I have been decidedly merrier and (slightly) better at working. I say working, I mean reading. I haven't written anything but my mind is a whirl of ideas. I just need to get them down, on paper, and, preferably, in the right order. I am working on female identity and female voice in fiction, various genres of fiction and women of different backgrounds/ages/lifestyles etc. It started as a good way to read all the fiction that I wanted to read over Christmas, but it is becoming more interesting for my work not just for my pleasure. I am formulating ideas. Hopefully it will be an interesting semester.
The fiction that I'm reading certainly is. I've read Margaret Atwood, Angela Carter, Veronica Roth, S. E Hinton and Melvin Burgess.
I am very aware that I have reached the middle of my degree and that I am fast approaching the end. I don't know if there will be too much stress to be able to enjoy it, but I hope I manage to enjoy this semester. I really will miss this feeling. Of knowing that I have things to look forward to, challenges that I must overcome, but also wonderful work to do and things to explore. This Christmas has made me very aware that this time next year will be drastically different. But I think I am finally ready to face it head on. I know that we are nearing the end, I won't be a student again, I won't be able to have this freedom and perhaps friendships won't last. But I am prepared for this now.
Bring on Semester 2! :)
Soundtrack: Jacks Mannequin
It's been a funny old Christmas time.
This is the first time I have sat down and thought about writing. I haven't been writing avidly this semester, sometimes it has been a massive struggle to even consider it, but these past two weeks I have taken for myself. And the fact that I have had an almighty cold which I caught ON MY BIRTHDAY. Worst luck ever.
Anyway, all the festivities are over and I am finally surfacing from illness having (indulgently) read six books in the last two weeks and am trying to cram in as much stimuli and inspiration as I can now, before I begin another grueling term. I say grueling, was it really? I'm unsure. This Christmas hiatus messes with me sometimes. I am not sure what came before and what I face after. All I know is that the previous semester was tough, but it may be nothing compared to what I will face this term, that is if I am repeating the cycle of last year.
Nonetheless, it has actually been a good Christmas, I have been decidedly merrier and (slightly) better at working. I say working, I mean reading. I haven't written anything but my mind is a whirl of ideas. I just need to get them down, on paper, and, preferably, in the right order. I am working on female identity and female voice in fiction, various genres of fiction and women of different backgrounds/ages/lifestyles etc. It started as a good way to read all the fiction that I wanted to read over Christmas, but it is becoming more interesting for my work not just for my pleasure. I am formulating ideas. Hopefully it will be an interesting semester.
The fiction that I'm reading certainly is. I've read Margaret Atwood, Angela Carter, Veronica Roth, S. E Hinton and Melvin Burgess.
I am very aware that I have reached the middle of my degree and that I am fast approaching the end. I don't know if there will be too much stress to be able to enjoy it, but I hope I manage to enjoy this semester. I really will miss this feeling. Of knowing that I have things to look forward to, challenges that I must overcome, but also wonderful work to do and things to explore. This Christmas has made me very aware that this time next year will be drastically different. But I think I am finally ready to face it head on. I know that we are nearing the end, I won't be a student again, I won't be able to have this freedom and perhaps friendships won't last. But I am prepared for this now.
Bring on Semester 2! :)
Soundtrack: Jacks Mannequin
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