My novel has been temporarily put aside. No, this isn’t because I’ve gotten bored with my research. Quite the opposite. I thoroughly enjoy it.
But sometimes life throws us new opportunities. Jobs, moves, in my case, academics.
You see, I’m writing two theses this next year. In order to keep some sanity, I’m devoting much of my summer to doing the preliminary research for the more intense of the two.
Alas, that means that the RAF have to take a back seat to the swinging ’60s.
My topic, for now very vague, is on individuality and identity as explored in The Prisoner. With all of my research (and yes, this does include watching television), I’m hoping to form a concrete idea so I can re-propose it the first day of fall semester.
I’m very excited by this project. I’ve begun gathering sources and have been viewing The Prisoner for the third time since late November. Chucked in with that is also old school Doctor Who and I’ve just picked up a few episodes of The Avengers from the library, to get a better idea of quirky adventure, sci-fi and spy shows from the era.
I think it’s pretty funny, me abandoning the RAF for the 1960s, considering that my first novel was set in 1969 and I put aside the 1960s for WWII. It’ll be a sick and vicious circle, forever following my adult life.
As for the second thesis, I’m not sure what it entails, apart from connecting to the study of aesthetics.
And I just found out that Secret Agent aka Danger Man is being rereleased on DVD this fall. I’m excited.
She Thinks Too Much 