The Will to Witter (Witlessly) October 9, 2008
Posted by Jen in : A363 Open University, Journal , 32 commentsOn this cloudless, motionless morning in East Sussex, I ask of you this, dear reader: do you perchance have a torch about your person?
I seem to have lost my words. Usually, I have too many words. They’re bursting out of me all the time, a fevered frenzy of communicative clamour. Real life seems a little unreal right now and this is feeding through to the writing I am doing for A363. I have wondered whether this slight madness has anything to do with my NHS-approved* self-medication of VodkaLemsip cocktails. When not slurping these up through a straw and alarming the neighbours with my impressive phlegm-expulsion techniques, I am writing crazy-fool stuff about Northern stand-up comedians who accidentally become vicars in tiny Spanish towns. And I have been thinking about Jesus a lot. Our Saviour. Riding up and down Heathfield High Street on a bicycle whilst wearing an orange beret. And what his mother would say about the whole thing. And I’m going to write about it and post it on the workshop forum and then regret it and have a little cry.
So. If you have seen my sensible words anywhere, do let me know as soon as possible. If not sooner. Ta very much.
* not quite true, actually
