Currently sitting on the top floor of the University library. Anna is working through Locke's writings, while Angela reading through yet another book that claims to explain Blake's poems on the Zoas [unknown whether this one is better than the others. Sitting in the Quiet Zone, so no dialogue and no texting. Shall find out at lunch.]
As for me, I'm wading through my commentary for my Term One Portfolio. Thanks to the helpful comments of my seminar tutor, I know what I'm supposed to be doing. Only difficulty is working out how to achieve it. It would be so difficult if there wasn't the issue of the word count to deal with as well. Luckily, I will not be having trouble meeting the two thousand word count required; unluckily, one thousand of those has been dedicated to the first story already, leaving around five hundred words each for the remaining two stories. Such joy... When I finish, I will be in need of a literary chainsaw and a much needed caffeine injection.
Also, my story for this year's MA anthology is coming along nicely, if rather slowly and frustratingly. I know that I'm on to something unusual, but it feels as if I have to bludgeon this story rather viciously before it will see the light of day.
More updates when something wonderful occurs...
Golden Mallet.
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