Archive | November 2014

A363 Advanced Creative Writing – Open University

So far, I have mostly enjoyed my part-time degree with the Open University. It does keep me very busy at the moment as I am doing a level 3 module, so I don’t have much time for anything else, including blogging! However, it is a Sunday morning and it’s not raining for once, so I am happy to take a few minutes here.

At the moment, I am waiting for the results of my first assignment. A few other people in my tutor group have already received theirs so I am waiting anxiously for mine to arrive. I have a sneaky feeling my effort was really bad and that’s why mine hasn’t been returned yet – my tutor has either thrown it away in disgust or has been sat staring at it in disbelief that anyone could write such utter tripe! Being a level 3 module means that there is a lot more work than on the lower levels, obviously, but also that the marking is a lot stricter, so I am not expecting a high grade this time. Also, I am still waiting to see what exactly it is that my tutor looks for in an assignment. Fingers crossed I manage to work it out before the next assignment is due.

At some stage, I will have a sort out of my files and find some of my work from last years module – A215 Creative Writing – and post some of it on here. Only the half decent ones, of course! Ah well, back to the grindstone! Loads of work to do and no time to do it!



Honestly, the things I have to put up with! Tom decided to go out last night and got in late. So late that we were all in bed when he got in, although I was not so deeply asleep that I didn’t hear him come crashing through the door. So noisy and no thought for others, no respect at all. Treats this house like a hotel and expects to be waited on hand foot and elbow!

So this morning I open the curtains to be greeted with a lovely sight. Tom had clearly decided to get himself a takeaway on his way home, but then decided he wasn’t that hungry and didn’t finish it. But instead of disposing of his supper properly, he just dropped it on the patio, half in and half out of it’s wrappings, spilling out onto the concrete. And he left it all for me to clean up, again. This can happen a couple of times a week, sometimes more. It doesn’t matter how many times I tell him off or try to bribe him out of it, he still does it. So selfish and thoughtless. He just looks at me guilelessly, with his beautiful eyes and I forgive him instantly. He always knows how to get round me.

He really is a little pest, my cat Tom, but I wouldn’t swap him for anything!