Of Existential Excitement (and the lack thereof) November 6, 2008
Posted by Jen in : A363 Open University, Journal , 28commentsYoo hoo, my little pumpkin pies, here I am. Not that I’ve actually been anywhere. I had a week off work, didn’t go to Gozo or anywhere else, but spent it tippy-tapping away at my OU assignment. My writing meltdown now seems slightly less overwhelming (thanks to B for feedbacking and to everyone who left jollifying comments. Aw, you guys…) and I’m waiting to see what that crisis will be replaced with.
Actually, I don’t think I am having a writing crisis – it’s more of a life crisis. Mid-life, perhaps. Or too-much life. I don’t know. There’s always time for the things one’s passionate about but what happens when you’re passionate about everything? Of course, there are things I’m not so in love with… housework, being slightly lardy and spending 8 hours a day typing stuff about bits of grass. But sadly, it seems to be the non-hurrah bits that take up all the time. Hmmmmm.
The idea of toiling through an OU degree has been, for the past 10 years or so, to train as a primary school teacher. But I’m beginning to think that not liking children very much might make this a slightly dodgy career choice. And, yes, while I dream of earning my pennies as a writer, chances are I’m gonna have to do something lucrative too. But what could I be when I grow up? Any suggestions?
In the meantime, I’m studying dramatization. Play-writing. I will not let my stomach churn at the thought of trying to write words meant for real people to say with their mouths. And, if a real person would like to be in my unwritten play, please do let me know. There are only two criteria: you must have a beard and be proficient at cartwheels. Or knitting. Form an orderly queue, if you please…
