The last time I wrote a non post it was during the research stage of my first essay. And here I am again writing something before the
second. It's as if I need to pause, and take a deep breath before diving in again.
As I was walking up to Mile End this morning I was
mulling things over. I got that essay back yesterday and the mark both did
and didn't astonish me. I was superficially pleased to get a merit because the nagging little voices had told me I'd failed. They've always told me that I'm not good enough to
even pass comment on any matters of depth and complexity.
Temptation of St Anthony (1510) |
Essays for me are not just sitting down and writing.
Recently they have taken on an increasing malevolence and are oddly enough my
new extreme sport. Essay v Clare. Like the essay is the demon to be
articulated, structured and beaten into an acceptable readable form.
Deep down I know I'm capable of writing anything about
anything. My choice of topic last time with a more than adequate result proves that, but
the essay-devil in my head has thrown down another gauntlet from his endless
poisonous supply. Despite the result and further evidence of my academic
abilities, the irrational side of me suggested that this is just setting me up
to fail at the next one.
This is one crazy non post with which to pause, but perhaps I need
the terror of failure to keep trying. Failure is not an option, therefore, neither is giving up.