That’s Dissertation hand-in day. I’m pretty certain I’ve finished my dissertation, but I want to do a final read through of the printed copy, to check for any mistakes I missed before.
And now that that’s out of the way, I’m trying to get my assignments done for the distance learning Writers’ Bureau course I started way back in January 2015. I’m on assignment 19 and there’s only one more assignment left after this one. I’m writing a one act play that I’ve provisionally called ‘The Widow’s Lament’, about a widow at her husband’s funeral. She delivers a monologue to the grave, during which we learn that her deceased husband was a criminal who got away with it, a paedophile who abused their daughter and then their granddaughter, a bully who physically and emotionally abused her and their son to get his own way, and who planned to disinherit them all in favour of his sister.
And she killed him.
It needs more work, at the minute it’s only seven minutes long and it needs to be fifteen. I have interspersed the monologue with scenes between the vicar and grave diggers, witnesses to her anger and confession.
I came up with this one last night, I’m not sure where it came from, but I think reading about domestic abuse in a new book I have – Spectrum Women, edited by Barb Cook and Dr Michelle Garnett – this afternoon, and writing a crime novel for several months as part of my dissertation might have something to do with it.
It feels good to be writing again. After finishing the dissertation I haven’t had any motivation or inspiration. I wanted to write but just couldn’t find anything in me. I tried editing Fire Awakened but couldn’t get into it. Maybe, once I’ve finished writing this play I’ll be able to get back to all of the work I’ve been putting off, including working on Charley’s War, because my brain won’t let me deal with any of it until now.
I think I just got so hyperfocused on my dissertation that I couldn’t find energy for anything else and then after I was finished there was an empty space where the dissertation had been. I didn’t have the energy to do any writing after that, but I seem to have found some from somewhere. Maybe I’ve just recharged my creative batteries?