I am completely lacking in creative inspiration. Which, ok, is problematic when you have ten pages of fiction due imminently, and the last thing you want to do is write. I can bullshit a literature essay--and apparently my tutor prefers those then the ones I have poured hours into, so who knows what that means for this year--but I can't exactly bullshit creative work.
I think I'm just tired of doing work in general. We all are. I don't even want to think about leaving Oxford, but then again I am. Looking ahead, not so much to this fall & senior year, but the more immediate summer.
I am on antibiotics for the next month. The NHS & their incompetence can bite me.
Ruth Padel just won Professor of Poetry of Oxford, and Carol Ann Duffy was named Britain's new Poet Laureate last week. The first time in the history of either position that a woman was ever named. Exciting or infuriating? Both, maybe. Still, England redeems itself somewhat.
I need a good story idea.
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I remember being so flummoxed when my tutor really didn't like the essays I'd spent 5 days on and instead lauded the ones I'd squished out the night before. Something about over-thinking it, I guess. And he mentioned leaving time to process -- like, I should do all the reading ASAP, then give my brain a day or two to put stuff together before writing. Sometimes it worked.
Anyway, good luck. Just a few more weeks!
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