My university degree took 4 years and several thousands of pounds to achieve. I tried to be a writer for 10 years. I've been unemployed for 18 months. All I'd like now is a spare £15 to buy 1 bottle of scotch.

I am human and I need to be loved.

For my birthday on Monday, I want one of only two things: hard cash or hard liquor. The time for subtleties has long since passed.

I *was* going to start reading Ulysses today, honest I was...I'd fallen for the idea of spending the summer with Ulysses, one of the cornerstone texts for the forthcoming MA programme. Reading the introduction last week however, convinced me I should read Homer's Odyssey first. I took up my copy of the Robert Fagles translation at once, but now ( Read more... )

Life is shouting into an empty room; writing messages in bottles no-one will ever read.

INFJ. One of my ideal jobs would be that of 'writer'. Yeah, thanks.

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Going up, up, UP!!!

"Civilized men have for conversation something of the superstitious feeling that ignorant men have of the written or printed word." - Wyndham Lewis.

Hope on the horizon - on Tuesday afternoon, I received not one but two phone calls inviting me in for job interviews, while the day before the UEA offered me an unconditional offer for the Studies in Fiction MA. I need to ace one of these interviews so I'll have at least 6 months of wages before I start the postgraduate course. I've also applied to ( Read more... )

Have spent most of the day reading Get Started in Sage 50 (for if I should ever find employment again) and Nightwood by Djuna Barnes (should I ever make it into the postgraduate fiction course). I don't know which is the less impenetrable. Dickens' Little Dorritt was a little doddle in comparison, and I finished it in under 4 weeks, a personal best ( Read more... )