… and not even a paragraph written.
But a REALLY thorough outline is ready so I can draft this tomorrow, right?! There is only one section of the outline that is poorly organized so that part of the paper will probably be slower going, but I have a feeling I can’t flesh it out till I get there in the argument, so… tomorrow I’ll dig in. And I WILL have a draft at day’s end. I CAN do this. I WILL do this.
I’m seriously considering skipping my three classes next week and taking it as a reading week to allow solid days of writing all week. We’ll see. I’m tempted to head to the family cabin or see if another getaway option is available, but then again… as I could potentially go into labor I think I’ll stay here. I just might really stay here and not bother with classes. I haven’t missed a single class this semester. We’ll see. I’m not a skipper. I’ve been wrestling with my hyper-responsibility trait the past few days as I’ve felt resentment for some of my classmates’ lesser vigilance… that is ALL about me and I need to get. over. it. They make choices. I make choices. It’s all about choices. (Anyone hear the recent “This American Life” story where that was the refrain?!) And I can choose to give myself a break. I can. And maybe I will.
I WILL DRAFT THIS PAPER TOMORROW. but tonight we veg with friends, k?
(did get a nap in a classmate’s apartment this afternoon, btw. Thanks be to God.)