I don't actullly know what Due Dilligence is, but I imagine it's quite like what I spent most of today doing. Writing, making notes, going over things I've thought through a thousand times, and more note making. Keeping the books. And still I get to the end of the day and haven't really acheived anything. I haven't rung the people I need to ring, or posted the things I have to post. But I have returned my library books... And paid the massive fine... Oh my...
Oh well, tomorrow is another day, and at least I posted again ;)
xXx
Wednesday, 7 March 2012
Tuesday, 6 March 2012
It ends in the beginning...
First Blog posts, so old that nothing new can really be said, but there is nowhere else to start but the beginning, and so I must.
Predominantly I am starting this blog as a way of getting into writing regularly. I have spent the last five years melting my brain by staying home with my son, who is (although fascinating) only recently discovering the art of intelligent conversation and reading. I have spent the past six months studying a foundation diploma in art and design, with a mind to study at university, and come September I am planning on accepting my offer of a place in the Independent Art College of my (first- Smug? Me?) choice.
As part of this qualification I have had to writ a written piece. Something which five years ago came naturally to me suddenly reappeared in my life and I did not find it quite so easily as I had hoped it would. Nonetheless on finishing it (this morning) I found myself smiling at my tutors comments, and reminded myself that this is something I used to so for myself, and something I even used to enjoy. So here I am. And this is my first post. Hope to break the cycle and write again soon. God knows I won't be able to handle a degree course if my writing skills aren't at the very least least out of hibernation.
xXx
Predominantly I am starting this blog as a way of getting into writing regularly. I have spent the last five years melting my brain by staying home with my son, who is (although fascinating) only recently discovering the art of intelligent conversation and reading. I have spent the past six months studying a foundation diploma in art and design, with a mind to study at university, and come September I am planning on accepting my offer of a place in the Independent Art College of my (first- Smug? Me?) choice.
As part of this qualification I have had to writ a written piece. Something which five years ago came naturally to me suddenly reappeared in my life and I did not find it quite so easily as I had hoped it would. Nonetheless on finishing it (this morning) I found myself smiling at my tutors comments, and reminded myself that this is something I used to so for myself, and something I even used to enjoy. So here I am. And this is my first post. Hope to break the cycle and write again soon. God knows I won't be able to handle a degree course if my writing skills aren't at the very least least out of hibernation.
xXx
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