Sub Rosa

I have my Othello/Tabloid piece back and again, the rough draft is only 3% outside a first, so I am definitely getting better at writing my assignments.  The downside is, the essays took a long time to do before - now they are taking even longer.  This one took four days to  design and then the commentary of 1,000 words; the 1984 one took a staggering week to do - because I had to fit it in among other projects.  This weekend is about wring a child's story, so it looks like I will be story-boarding once more.

At the moment I am feeling a little down as it is the ninth anniversary of finding my father dead.  Difficult feelings - far more than my mother passing 5 weeks later.  Thankfully, I have got through the day without too much trouble. Just darkened times - not a licence to wallow, more of a time to be a little more gentle on myself.

Today is the Othello/Tabloid assignment.  I haven't read a red-topped newspaper for a very long time.  I have got The Mirror, The Sun and The Daily Star in front of me.  I want to weep on behalf of the human race.  I know the kind of market and I saw more 'Pap's Baps', than is healthy on a Thursday afternoon (as usual page three and the usual lurid stuff), but also Rihanna wearing postage stamps on her chest, but granny knickers ala Bridget Jones. Strange girl.  I try not to be snobby about it, but the whole lot just makes me cringe.

There seems to be a huge celebrity market and not a lot of news at all.  I am not interested in soap operas and light entertainment, therefore I am lost in this strange quagmire of celeb-feed, boobs and low-register scorn on low-brow topics. Task set as follows:

( Othello/Tabloid )

Right now, I am at the 'scrabbling around for ideas' stage.  It's going to be about the interracial marriage, the kiss-and-tell of Iago etc., but I must admit to dragging my feet (again) on this one.