As I tried to recover from one of my many panic attacks last night (these are arriving ever more frequently whenever I look at a calendar), I realized that the week has somehow disappeared on me. I thought perhaps I had merely misplaced it beneath a pile of dirty laundry, but no, it turns out, the week is pretty much gone for good and I now have to buckle down and get a move on with my work. I need to stop researching and read what I have collected thus far before I do anything else. Because I am, I truly am, trying to work on things in a more timely fashion (plus, I really don’t have a choice as I have a number of smaller papers coming due, which my profs cannily inserted into the syllabus to get us sloth-like procrastinators in gear!). In addition to that, I’ve decided to take on some “fun” research for a book I want to write (yup, Queen Mother, I’m dipping my toes into the world of writing fiction again–although this time it won’t be a blatant rip-off of a Nancy Drew book, like the “book” I wrote in fourth grade). PLUS, I would like to finish another paper that’s been hanging over my head for a year now. All I can say is: BRING IT ON!
In the meantime, my “fun” reading has taken a hit, but I intend to remedy that once I get my schedule worked out. Middlemarch continues to draw me in, Forgetfulness is patiently waiting for me to continue, and Wizard of the Crow is continually taunting me from the top of the pile o’books in the living room. But with this change in weather (it feels like spring!) I’m feeling re-energized, so I’m confident it will all work out (because it has to, and that’s all there is to it).
But I’m really, really, really glad that tomorrow is Friday….