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Nov. 1st, 2011 11:13 amSo, I haven't been around for a while. This lj has pretty much been Lizzie's. Someone recently made me realise that I'm very quiet. I basically have no online presence, and maybe it's because I think deep down that I don't have a huge amount of interesting stuff to say. It might just be that I've been busy. Oh, I don't know. Anyway, it means that for lots of folk, they tend to find out what's going on with me through Lizzie, which is very lazy of me.
It's been a bit of an epic year. I did a master's in creative writing, which sounds like a jolly old wank but in fact turned out to be the most practical thing I've ever done for my career. It taught me all sorts of stuff and gave me enough industry insight to go ahead and start a not for profit organisation called Graphic Scotland. Lizzie is my wing-lady and without her I would undoubtedly be dead. I rediscovered my love of comics and did pretty well overall, getting a distinction for my dissertation, and a distinction for the master's overall, which I was surprised by. I'm graduating on Thursday. We don't get to wear a mortar board, because, apparently, there is a health and safety risk that we might poke somebody's eye out. I am considering making a pretend mortar board and bringing it along for the students to take turns wearing.
Lizzie's Ma was coming up to see me graduate but she's had a fall. My brother can't get time off work to come, and I'm feeling a bit sad about the lack of family. I'm fed up with being so spread out. My whole adult life, since I moved to Edinburgh at the age of 19, I've never just been able to go home for a couple of days of Mummy-comfort. Usually it's a bonus having them far away because they're annoying old parents, but every so often I just want to jack the whole thing in, and go home to sit on the veranda and have a smoke with my dad. My mum makes the most fantastic pizza. And she makes these marmalady, burnt-around the edges puddings that are out of this world. I feel this stuff pretty keenly at times like this.
We're selling the house and things are changing. It's wonderful change, but it's an uphill slog and I'm quite tired.
Next up: A blog where I don't slide into self pity and melancholy!
I love you all.
Ari.xx
It's been a bit of an epic year. I did a master's in creative writing, which sounds like a jolly old wank but in fact turned out to be the most practical thing I've ever done for my career. It taught me all sorts of stuff and gave me enough industry insight to go ahead and start a not for profit organisation called Graphic Scotland. Lizzie is my wing-lady and without her I would undoubtedly be dead. I rediscovered my love of comics and did pretty well overall, getting a distinction for my dissertation, and a distinction for the master's overall, which I was surprised by. I'm graduating on Thursday. We don't get to wear a mortar board, because, apparently, there is a health and safety risk that we might poke somebody's eye out. I am considering making a pretend mortar board and bringing it along for the students to take turns wearing.
Lizzie's Ma was coming up to see me graduate but she's had a fall. My brother can't get time off work to come, and I'm feeling a bit sad about the lack of family. I'm fed up with being so spread out. My whole adult life, since I moved to Edinburgh at the age of 19, I've never just been able to go home for a couple of days of Mummy-comfort. Usually it's a bonus having them far away because they're annoying old parents, but every so often I just want to jack the whole thing in, and go home to sit on the veranda and have a smoke with my dad. My mum makes the most fantastic pizza. And she makes these marmalady, burnt-around the edges puddings that are out of this world. I feel this stuff pretty keenly at times like this.
We're selling the house and things are changing. It's wonderful change, but it's an uphill slog and I'm quite tired.
Next up: A blog where I don't slide into self pity and melancholy!
I love you all.
Ari.xx
