For the last four years, I’ve been studying Creative Writing. And I honestly never thought, when I started, that my life would have turned out quite the way it has. I’m so proud of how far I’ve come in those four years.
There’s a but coming.
My last two hand ins are due – one 3000 word assignment and relevant references in the next week, and then, my dissertation on the 30th June. These last two are probably the hardest I’ve done – a transgressive piece about time travel and sleeping with said time traveller, and my dissertation, right now is a second person exploration of slavery and having no control over a body because the protagonist is paralysed. It’s called ‘Doll’ and is taking a lot of work to get finished. On the bright side, there’s every possibility I’ll graduate with a 2:1 and my company is looking really quite good right now. After the last few years I’ve settled into solid high 60 marks, which makes my degree mostly made up of B’s. If my psychology wasn’t quite as weak, I might have managed to pull it up, but unfortunately, I think my psychology leaves me with very little room to get a First. I’m still proud of my possible 2:1 though.
So, if I’m extra quiet over the next few weeks, I can only apologise. I’ve also got Glass Block coming out at the end of next month, so it’s one of those times where my every waking moment is filled with work, writing, and more work. 🙂