In a flurry of elation, I submitted the final draft of my final A363 assignment the other night. After a fitful night’s sleep, I added missing references, a couple of tweaks and resubmitted before work the following morning.
A363 has turned me into a drunken slob. It’s time to get my act together, reintroduce myself to the kids; the hoover; the garden; movements more strenuous than putting cool hand to angst-fevered brow.
The course has been a torturous journey for me, and although it has taught me many things, the main lesson I have learnt is that I am not a writer! A215 pats you on the head and tells you: you can do it; A363 asks if you really want to, then challenges you to prove it.
My answer to A363’s challenge is a creatively-drained and exhausted ‘no more’.
But I wouldn’t have missed the journey for the world.