A few things of late, little shifts and changes to note. I read – well actually listened to – Amy Schumer’s ‘The Girl With The Lower Back Tattoo’. It was on a bit of a whim, I haven’t really followed her work but I heard her interviewed and thought she sounded interesting. The book, can I just say, blew my mind! Not necessarily because it was a cerebral read, it’s very basic and honest in style, the writing is not complex but the content was so unlike anything I have read.
To be short; it made me feel like I was an entirely different generation to Amy Schumer and she is only 7 years younger than me. It underlined to me how women’s perceptions have developed since I was growing up and was utterly refreshing in her ‘f*ck it’ attitude to everything. There is a lot of swearing and a lot of sex and I felt torn about whether I should recommend it to my daughter and her friends.
This week I had a small operation; it was an elective one and I am fine and it’s all OK. The process was enlightening though, I have thought about it (and been scared of it) for years and finally decided I should go ahead. I had a month to carry the knowledge round with me and it made me feel all out of sorts, I couldn’t put my finger on it but I was worried in that generic way, feeling slightly off. Of course it went well and I needn’t have been anxious but I was nevertheless. Dear friends helped me out and made sure I was well looked after. I am not good with the unknown. I learned that general anaesthetic is the ultimate in the unknown – the unconscious – and despite the fact that I understand what happened to me when I was under, I can not comprehend how that all worked! It was bizarre!! The most strange experience. But I have to admit, although my relief to come around was palpable, I quite enjoyed the oblivion. Does that sound strange?!
Speaking of which, there have been another spate of drop-outs on my Masters course. This makes me sad, what a shame that people decide to quit. They all had their reasons but still, it’s disappointing and will make my experience in my second year quite different. Funny isn’t it how you come to rely on others to form a critical mass? I face my next academic year with some trepidation therefore. This is where I have to really do the work. I see that completing the first draft of my novel lulled me into a sense of security, as if the job was done. I realise now it is not done, it has just begun!
Oh and as an aside I really want these shoes…
The weekend beckons, Autumn looms. I am looking at winter coats. Who can believe that we are here again and a year has passed since I last typed that sentence?!