A forwarded email arrived on Sunday evening, without comment. There was no need for comment; we’ve had the conversation several times.
Within the hour I’d complied with the rules. I’d had to think, create and argue. Scribbles in purple ink, transferred to a form.
Spurs Fan rolling his eyes in despair. it’s possible that the vague, sleepy, brain fogged me is easier to deal with than the excited, inspired, “I can do all the things” me.
I’ve applied for a bursary to attend the John Hewitt summer school in July.
Art, culture, politics, contributing to development and change in society. And creative writing workshops.
That little bird knows me too well.
I’m preparing to take the plunge.
Bloggy buddies, prepare for chaos if I get accepted.