Today’s RWP prompt is to think of a word that applies to your life – it can be anything from your name to a guiding principle – and make an acrostic poem out of it. That this prompt came on this day makes life much easier, on any other day I'd probably have tried using a word like 'existenz' or 'vacuum' or something.
But today is a fun day. A particularly über fun day, because my dissertation supervisor phoned me with news, and it was good. It seems they have given me an A for my final potfolio which means in July, if I remember to send the paperwork off in time, I will graduate with a distinction. I don’t know why that matters but it does. Perhaps it matters because I gave my life to the work for over two years and at more than one stage thought I was going to have to give it up. During that time my mother-in-law took ill and died; my husband was made redundant, couldn’t get another job, and used all the money we had to start a paintball business, and (as most of you know) I took ill, collapsed, and had to have an operation. But mostly it matters, I think, because I need to be told that my work is good enough, and a good grade feels like it does that.
So, back to the prompt: as it’s a fun day a few words that don’t normally apply to my life do, one of which is:
Cheeky little vintage this, Tesco’s finest
how d’you find it
more pear and
pencil shavings than buttered toast
and is there a hint of
granite in it
no, not granite, is it