So after getting back from our jaunt to Paris, we were only here a short while before nipping over to Cumbria for a few days. It was hot, apart from the torrential rain at night.
Back now, but still on leave for a while yet. It's great. Tea with friends tomorrow, a night in with friends and a hen night over the weekend, and two trips to the cinema to go before we're back at work (Dark Knight and X Files - I'm more looking forward to the X Files but that may change after D makes me watch Batman Begins).
Oh and I got my mark back for the open university creative writing course.
I got a distinction, ie a Level 1 pass.
I do not understand how. A few days before we went to Paris I opened up my ECA (ie the component that is 50% of my final mark) to start writing the next bit. When I reread, I was horrified that I'd submitted it - it was awful, to fresh eyes. I wasn't convinced it hadn't dragged my grade down to a Level 3 pass.
Since I found that out, I am writing again. And not just forcing out my hundred words. Writing, and thinking like a writer again. Letting the ideas raise to the surface. I have ideas galore, once more.
Funny how a little external verification of internal skill can make all the difference.
I have targets for what I want to do before I go back to work. I have targets for what I want to do before the next course starts.
I am good at this. I have the spark of inspiration, and I've been working on improving the technical side. It obviously showed, or I wouldn't have done so well.
I have to follow up with actually making submissions. And persevering when the going gets difficult.
(I've tagged this as 'lucky'. Not that I am lucky in my score. Just that I am lucky to be able to live this life. To be able to write, and have people who support me. To have friends and family who believe in me. And now, back to the writing, while D watches Dexter.)