So I’ve had a break, with Easter and six deadlines, I haven’t had a moment to think, let alone write anything in addition to the coursework. So the new term, new attempt.

On a side note to the academic work, I’ve been in self-isolation for nearly two weeks, and today has been my first day of freedom. Yes, I did get up at 7 just to go for a walk around the park. On week one of our second unit, I have a new spring in my step, ready to take on the next task.

Alison and Lee shared a new writing process and organising, so I am trying a new approach, blocking my time more seriously and practising free writing for 20 mins every day. So maybe this will be the space that I try to write every day? I’m not promising that I’ll publish it. After transcribing hours of spoken discussions, I realise the sheer volume of nonsense I say when I talk, in between the legitimate points I am trying to make.

I’ve finally realised the benefit of sharing my writing. It’s not like I didn’t know it would be helpful. I was just terrified. I feel like had I felt more encouraged to share writing earlier on in my youth, I wouldn’t have such a complex about it. Then again, I entirely blame my GCSE English teacher for giving me that complex. Aside from my minor PTSD from my school experience, I think my undergrad could have done more discussions on writing. Sharing my work with my course mates is really helping, and working with people who produce beautiful work with fascinating subject matter; is really inspiring.

So other than my dissertation, Unit 2 is a mystery right now, and I’m ready for it.

Stiyu

Franki