Boing, boing

You might be wondering about the title of this post. Indeed. You might be thinking 'the woman's finally lost it'. You wouldn't be far wrong. It's official. I am a Stress Bunny.

It's not all bad. My poetry is due on Friday and it's all written, but for the 800 word critical appraisal. My prose is due on Monday and it needs some serious work doing to it. As in lose 630 words and re-write the ending. But at least I've got the weekend to do it. Boy has promised he'll ply me with coffee, won't complain when I'm going 'boing, boing, boing' around the flat and generally look the other way when I turn into Bitch from Hell.

Now all I need to do, is the work. What has amused me is that while there has been some stress and a bit of procrastination, generally speaking I've been writing regularly and doing my journeying project quite happily without the same level of OMG that the dissertation gave me. I might be going boing, but it's not a grrr...stress boing (if you see what I mean).

One thing I have noticed and I did say so to the God of Poetry at our last poetry tutorial, is that I no longer cringe when looking at my poetry. That is such a result. I could not bear my poetry before. While I wouldn't go so far as to call myself a poet, I'm not embarrassed by my attempts. That's got to be a step in the right direction. These 3 years have definitely been worth it.