Basically my funding application has been refused for my PhD. Which means that even if I am given a place I can’t go, unless there is a sudden influx of money or some other funding comes available.
Oh! Look! A flying pig and it’s wearing a purple cardigan with pink spots…
Okay – I’m being sarcastic – which, according to my brother, is the lowest form of wit. So I apologize. Still, it was a long shot for the funding.
So… What now?
Well, I had been using the possibility of doing PhD as a buffer. ‘If the writing didn’t work then there was always the university.’ Except that is no longer the case so I have got to make the writing work.
I really ought to just write. If I don’t write then I find myself worried and depressed. Some people go to yoga, I write. So maybe I ought to not think so hard and just… well… write.