I never thought that writing 500 words could be so excruciating. My 500 words are not any common 500 words, though. These 500 words are tied to a £7500 award to pay for my PhD course. That makes each word worth £15, which for interdisciplinarity is a bargain, but for I is a little bit pricey...
The AHRB are quite picky with the word count. Someone I know had their application refused on the grounds that they had written 512 words. It may seem a little exaggerated but they have 6000 applications to get through in 3 months. If I was one of the assessors, I would ask not only for precise word count but immaculate nabokovian style of writing as well.
I thought that gathering data through a
journal would provide me with endless material to write at least 3000 words which I would then condense. That's my scientific view of the process, which worked for the actual proposal (sort of worked because I haven't heard from Central Saint Martins yet). Relating words to money changes everything: I feel doubtful, exposed, clumsy and very Spanish (in terms of language ability). This is my first time too but I better get used to it if I want to be a publishable researcher.
I wish I had an editor and I could write however much I wanted, knowing it wouldn't be published until it made sense. Or rather, I wish someone else could write it and me edit it, just like Botticelli's apprentices made his groundwork and he only painted those masterstrokes that made the paintings great.
In the last 2 weeks, I have only been able to write 99 words that have, for the time being, no place in any of the 3 categories (reasons and purposes / the research project / preparation and experience). Seeing at the amount of words I write per minute (0.003!) I better get a move on the remaining 301 because the deadline is 1 March (provided I get in the course). Too many knots, too much green fruit.
Now you understand why I have been quiet for some time...