there goes *that* idea

So, even though I'd already secured supervisors for both the creative and research components of my proposed thesis, I received an email today telling me that their workloads had 'changed'. Therefore, not able to supervise me anymore. Therefore, no offer of candidature for PhD, and no possibility of close work with a poet I respect to help me develop my book.

To say I'm both pissed off and gutted is putting it mildly.

I have the option of finishing my Grad Dip. At this point, the only available subject next semester is Writing Autobiography. Those of you who've followed this journal for a while now might understand why I'm not at all enthusiastic about that idea.

Merry fucking Xmas.