It’s been a strange week. I can’t get myself to sit down and write. The ideas are there, but I just don’t want to write them down. My writing for university is getting poorer and poorer. I’m spending as little time as possible on it and hoping for the best. I’m not interested in the topics. Walking around town and writing about it, it’s dull. For Thursday I have to write a story from the perspective of a girl. Fine, but about what? It has no real impact for the grade, unless I choose to use it for the portfolio which I probably won’t. The Creative Writing side of the course this year seems to be a mess. I just don’t care about it.
The English side is much better. I’m enjoying Phantastes by George MacDonald. The poetry in Romanticism is bearable, with a few poems that really grab me. I really liked “The Haunted Beach” by Mary Robinson, which was what I had to introduce last week. This week was spent entirely on Coleridge’s “The Rime of the Ancyent Marinere” which I have read before, but a long time ago and didn’t really enjoy it. I appreciate it a lot more now, and actually really like it. I like most things supernatural and Gothic though, so it’s not that surprising.
I completed Super Mario Bros 1 for the first time ever on Saturday. Very pleased about that. It’s taken me long enough. I’ve now got the second one to play, which I’ve never played before. It’s all going okay so far. I finished Hitman Absolution a couple of days ago. I wasn’t sure when it came out, but got it from Blockbuster’s closing down sale for £5. I enjoyed it, although it isn’t as good as earlier games in the series.
This time next week I plan to have written 500 words a day to try and start writing again. I want to start sleeping normally again and not wake up incredibly early every day with the feeling that I’ve wasted another day. I want to read more. More stuff I like.
Thanks for reading,