Dear Dr. Connell (1)
I feel obliged to offer an explanation for why my essay is so late this week. In fact, I would like to apologise for why my essay is so late every week. You see, whenever I feel a deadline approaching I become gripped by the bizarre notion that I am in fact an even moderately creative person. Furthermore, convinced of my inherent artistic ability, I then begin to think that I might like to become a person who does not have deadlines; say, a writer. Even though I'm fairly certain writers still have deadlines.
It is at times like these (02:14am, Tuesday morning - writing an essay on religious imagery in Wyatt and Surrey that has to be in by 09:00am) that said notion is at its strongest, and I slip into what I have tenatively labelled 'Massive Work Avoidance Mode'. This is why I am currently updating a blog in which I have not felt the urge to write since January last year. In fact, when deadlines start to loom I will do anything rather than the task at hand; I am currently A) thinking up lines for a play I have decided to enter into the Marlowe prize, B) considering writing some form of Popular Criticism essay for a journal somebody emailed round the English undergraduates asking for contributions for, and C) about to play another game of PES. However before I do any of those I am envisaging D) making another cup of tea and checking my facebook account. If any of this should make me sound like an interested, studious, or even god-forbid proactive person, please believe me when I assure you I am not. I just really really can't be arsed with this essay.
Perhaps when all of these tasks are done (and I have secured the Booker and Pulitzer Prizes) I will be able to focus my degree, but I must admit I am not optimistic. For now, please accept my humble apologies for not completing my essay on time this, or any other week. In the mean time, whatever 'creative' diversions I find to fill my time and fulfill my literary narcissism I half-heartedly promise to post in this blog. Until I get bored. Which should be in about a week.
Yours in procrastination
Jon Clewes
PS: Tune of the moment: Time To Dance - Panic! At The Disco
PPS: Why is there a dead tortoise on a shelf in your supervision room?
It is at times like these (02:14am, Tuesday morning - writing an essay on religious imagery in Wyatt and Surrey that has to be in by 09:00am) that said notion is at its strongest, and I slip into what I have tenatively labelled 'Massive Work Avoidance Mode'. This is why I am currently updating a blog in which I have not felt the urge to write since January last year. In fact, when deadlines start to loom I will do anything rather than the task at hand; I am currently A) thinking up lines for a play I have decided to enter into the Marlowe prize, B) considering writing some form of Popular Criticism essay for a journal somebody emailed round the English undergraduates asking for contributions for, and C) about to play another game of PES. However before I do any of those I am envisaging D) making another cup of tea and checking my facebook account. If any of this should make me sound like an interested, studious, or even god-forbid proactive person, please believe me when I assure you I am not. I just really really can't be arsed with this essay.
Perhaps when all of these tasks are done (and I have secured the Booker and Pulitzer Prizes) I will be able to focus my degree, but I must admit I am not optimistic. For now, please accept my humble apologies for not completing my essay on time this, or any other week. In the mean time, whatever 'creative' diversions I find to fill my time and fulfill my literary narcissism I half-heartedly promise to post in this blog. Until I get bored. Which should be in about a week.
Yours in procrastination
Jon Clewes
PS: Tune of the moment: Time To Dance - Panic! At The Disco
PPS: Why is there a dead tortoise on a shelf in your supervision room?
Jac