Well I say that now...the creeping paranoia that the short story and poetry I submitted with my MA application, were shite should probably hit around 3 a.m....At least I got it all in on time...though some hard copies need forwarding... But hey I did what I could.
Luckily the weather is abysmal so had no deep desire to go for a run or anything today and could concentrate on writing writing writing.....
Pleased with short story which made me cry as I was writing it...and I knew what was going to happen! So I'm either a proper soft arse (yes) or my writing was genuinely moving...
Went to poetry Master Class with Mimi Khalvati, who was wonderful, at the library - the same library I used to spend half my life in as a child... I met the New Writing Coordinator from Contact Theatre - in Manchester which was lucky and was invited to an event next Friday when I'm in Manchester anyway... which would be good but HE might be there...then again why should I scuttle around , I did nothing wrong, I'm not ready to see him again and won't be for some time but I can't hide away from my life...why should I allow him and his cliquey drama school luvie mates to keep me out of the loop ?.....We'll see...but another excellent networking event anyway. Mimi signed my book and encouraged me about the MA. Kate Davis - the current Poet Laureate of the South Lakes was there and we chatted again - she also wants to study this year and like me doesn't have the finances to wait another year...fingers & all crossed!
Met more of the Monday Night Poets, whose work I mostly liked although some more than others . I swayed as usual between feelings of inadequacy and hopelessness in the face of competition and eagerness to get writing new stuff and share it....Need to get an early night and brace myself for the emotional rollercoaster of a full weekend of therapy.......I may never be the same again......