My only choice is to, well—not bore holes in my ideas and dismiss them as rubbish. Otherwise I won’t write shit. Word up. You must remember I am, first and foremost, an idiot. *
Anyway. This module has been a dizzying overload of information and the emphasis on pre-writing preparation has been stifling. I tend to generate ideas as I write things and obsessive pre-planning is not the easiest muffin to bake. Hence the suckifarious results on the suckifarious assessments. On the non-complaining side, the technical writing advice has been invaluable, and my only enemy remains, as ever, my limited intelligence. (Working on that. I have tools).
Also on the non-complaining side, the Creative Non-Fiction module looks amazing. Sadly, it requires reading aloud in groups and discussing things in groups, so a certain volume of nightmarish misery will have to be endured for the greater good. It’s never good towing the status quo. You have to fling yourself into bowel-dropping terror from time to time. I did this last night when I went to see the Human League. Horrible.
I still haven’t figured out what to do with French or Russian literary theorists. Maybe I could start a support group called Friends of Theorists for those struggling to incorporate the unfathomable verbiage of eggheads into their personal writing philosophies. Number: 1-191-HELPTHEORY! Or not.
* Since I wrote this post yesterday my confidence has improved. Funny thing, confidence.