The Flood’s Up and Different Perspectives

I had my first ever supervision Team’s meeting today with both my supervisors wherein we discussed:

How the induction went last week

Me starting to fill in my York St John Postgraduate Development Needs Plan which will help me identify and fill skills gaps in order to become a good researcher

Me getting my PhD Distance Learning Commitment Statement signed off by the three people who need to sign it off. This is to make sure I have the right equipment to do my PhD and also so that I can have things like actual copies of library books and post-grad booklets sent to my home address.

Working out how writing as a researcher is different to writing as a practitioner

How useful the online lecture I attended entitled Writing not Reporting was (spoiler alert – very).

Getting au fait with one of the referencing programs provided by the Uni as soon as poss so I don’t lose track of what I’ve read

Starting a notebook where I document insights that occur to me as I both read and write creatively so threads of understanding don’t get lost. I’m very keen to do this as when I read, ideas keep zooming into and out of my head To this end I’ve decided to get myself a mahoosive hardback notebook and take it with me everywhere I study and create. I’m also going to do this blog which will give me the bare bones of what I think and do

The flood outside my house (the tiny thatched cottage on the right of both these photos). The WiFi connection went weird in the meeting which I put down to the flood being up. I live in the Fens on a flood plane which as you can see is pretty watery at the moment. We still managed to cover everything needed though so all good.


I took these two photos after the supervision, half an hour apart going to and from the doctors to pick up a prescription. It’s mad how fast the sky moves round here. Blue and thistledown on the way out, a whole spectrum of grey on the way back. Thought I’d capture it to mark today because doing my first supervision seemed like a quantum leap and therefore worth marking somehow. It makes it feel like the PhD is really happening. Like its moved, just like that, from my imagination into reality. I’m off to Poland again tomorrow and I’m looking forward to reading on the journey. I love studying when I’m travelling. You can get a lot done in the limbo that is an airport. Hope the sky’s a wee bit stiller tomorrow though. Fast moving’s fine when you’re down here – but up there – whole different perspective.

And so it Begins (again)

I have no voice (speaking not writing) because viruses are no respecters of folks’ first weeks on their part-time PhDs. Got back from Poland the week before last, where I had to make a quick unexpected dash due to my eldest son’s nan passing away and him having to leg it back to the UK. My wee grandpeep Leyla was off nursery with a cold which I of course caught during the few sleeps I was there. Now 10 days later, I still have only a squeaky whisper where my voice usually is and a throat that feels as raw as a very,very raw thing indeed. Still, I feel loads better than I did last Tuesday – my online induction day – which I’d been looking forward to for weeks, no months, no all my whole postgraduate life, in those daydream moments when I envisaged in a far off future having the time/qualifications/talent/cash to do a PhD by Creative practice – so it was a proper bugger when the day finally FINALLY arrived and I felt like death not all that warmed up and couldn’t wait for it to bloody end.

But that was last week and now in week two despite this throat from hell I have:

my first supervisory meeting set up for next Monday

a working postal York St John library account, with two books from my huge reading list ordered and one ebook downloaded. Said books are: Barthes, R. (2002 [1977]) A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments; Alison, J. (2019) Meander, Spiral, Explode: Design and Pattern in Narrative and Barthes, R. (1989) The Rustle of Language. These are from the indicative reading list I put together when writing my proposal

a student ID card with which I can access loads of other libraries

Sconul access which means I can borrow books/have access to e-books from all UK unis

a York St John email address

access to Microsoft 365

a first rubbish draft of the first flash fiction for the novella-in-flash I will be writing as the creative aspect of my PhD by creative practice (working title) Artifact. I say first flash because it will be the first one I write, but it wont be the first in the novella

this quick rubbish blog entry to chart my progress thus far.

Will write again next week after my first supervision when hopefully I will once again be able to speak in words. In the meantime I’m not going to bang on about ICE or Trump or genocide or the climate crisis because being ill and busy makes you seriously short-sighted. Instead here’s a photo of the Polish snow (I love snow) and grumpy husband and Nolly-the- dog walking in Wells-Next-the-Sea the week before I got this lurgy, the week before my PhD first chapter wrote itself.