Procrastination

Some of my very ugly habits are starting to rear their unattractive heads. I didn't have any delusions that writing magically would become effortless upon returning to the PhD. And I keep reminding myself that I do in fact know how best to proceed: in small bits, writing really, really rough drafts at first, only editing once I've filled at least a few pages with words. However, I still have a few leftover things to finish up and my self-imposed deadlines loom. And for some reason, all the rotten forces of self-sabotage seem to be attacking at once. They are a particularly sneaky and evil little army.

I'm ok with the idea that there will be some pain involved in getting this degree. I've (for the most part) decided that it's worth it. And I suppose it helps to be able to write about writing here and know that you, dear reader, are listening. Perhaps, for the time being, this blog will become a space for me to work on/work out my continued issues with writing. That sounds a bit dreary, but then again, it's my blog after all. Y'all* will just have to deal.


*I, despite never having had a southern accent, nor residing in the South, nor spending any significant period of time there except for the one week my family went to Myrtle Beach, SC for vacation when I was twelve -- I, the consummate Northerner, for some unknown reason addressed one of my classes as "y'all" the other day. It was the class I'm particularly fond of and so I'm assuming I meant it as a term of endearment.