I thought I’d write about something that is really starting to get on my nerves. The irony of writing about writer’s block…
I have an essay due this week. It is actually due today but I am ill and have been granted an extension. But for some profound reason, nothing is coming into my head to write! Instead I find myself tweeting (yes I know!), looking up Adult Education classes for my Dad to do and writing a blog to all you lovely people. Even on Sunday when I tried to write, I ended up making a cheesecake.. Procrastination at it’s best.
I have worked out the reason why though, well two reasons.
1) I’m sick. It really doesn’t help.
2) I actually hate this assignment. It’s boring and I don’t enjoy it. Trying to write on something you don’t enjoy is so tedious.
Although you could argue if you do it now, it’s out of the way and you won’t to face another Irish Studies essay again. But I don’t want to rush it and get an awful mark. Although I did enjoy reading the book (Kate O’Briens The Land of Spices), writing about the temporalities and possibilities of female-development is another matter. I’ve only got one month of college left though. I’d better just crack on with it.. Goodbye Kate O’Brien and your feminist literature!