Why the silence for so long I hear (nobody) you cry!
Well, it’s that time of year again. Look at that lovely image of me, looking a bit tired and holding up a very dull essay plan on the topic of whether African ethnicity was invented by the colonial powers. It’s not a topic I feel qualified to have any sort of an opinion on considering the amount of engagement I’ve had with that module this year, so let’s just leave the whole revision line of things at that….
With regards to my novel, I am also in the revision trenches with that. Maybe when I’m done I’ll show you my revision notes but for now they can remain hidden. It’s interesting, marking up an entire chapter with changes to enact, but realising that it is both easier and better to write it up from scratch. That was an interesting and rewarding moment.
It’s starting to get to that part in the revision period when all I want to do is spend time with friends and family rather than look at the notes of historical and literary ‘learning’ that I have apparently made this year. Funny thing is, I can remember more conversations with the people I sit with in lectures than lectures themselves. Or when the lecturer doesn’t turn up and I’m sweaty and tired because it’s too early in the morning and I’ve speed-walked half a mile to get there in time.
Learning just isn’t that engaging and I suppose there is something almost private about the revision process of writing a novel too. When I was writing the first draft I wanted to share every moment of the process and share my thoughts because they felt so shiny and new.
Now it’s the story that is the thing and sharing doesn’t feel quite so important compared to the characters that sometimes occupy my head.
While posts on writing might be a little bit sparse for the near future, I’ve thought of something that might make it less noticeable. I frequently write journalistic pieces for The Tab, so I’ll post up links to those every so often. Just to make sure this place doesn’t stay too sparse.