So, I think that once upon a time I could b.s. a paper.
I am trying to recapture that prior capacity today and it is like pulling teeth. It is hard to be motivated to do something that feels so vacuous. I think, maybe I’m half done with a draft. But I write a few sentences and then look for distraction because of how shallow it feels.
It is not looking like I’m going to finish a draft today at this rate. But I want nothing more than to finish a draft, just to get something DONE.