Of Sneaky Subconsciousness October 24, 2008
Posted by Jen in : A363 Open University, Journal , 37commentsDeary me. And *sigh*. You get the drift. Somewhere along the way recently, I’ve fallen into a big, black hole. I didn’t see it coming at all and must assume that someone had covered it over with a leaf or something to trick me good ‘n’ proper.
It hasn’t been much fun inside the hole – in fact, the (w)hole thing has been rather crapsome. Crapulous. To the power of 67 with poo on top. *Sigh*
My writing and course oomph has not broken down so much as been machine gunned against a wall until slumped hopelessly, beyond resuscitation. I just don’t know if I’m up to the job. The forum where we post up bits of writing/assignments is full of top-notch stuff. Needless to say, there are no dripping wounds of mine up there. People’s TMAs are sitting proudly, being polished and buffed before submission next week.
Me? I still have my limping Rentaghost wotsit rumbling away. Yesterday, I could see some glimmers of light sneaking into the hole. I bailed out of yet another rehearsal with The Orchestra of the Undead, stuck my head in my books and tried to have some thoughts. I would study, be vino-free and go to bed with Alan Ayckbourn and wake up to an epiphany of the highest order.
And, I swear, despite almost being of the age now where I have to defend my old-fogey music as timeless classics that this is not something that should be in my Brian for any reason.
The hole is taunting me; the 2am epiphany that woke me with my heart thumping was this. *Sigh*
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