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Sunday Poetry Blogging

First Snow
by Louise Gl├╝ck

Like a child, the earth’s going to sleep,
or so the story goes.

But I’m not tired, it says.
And the mother says, You may not be tired but I’m tired –

You can see it in her face, everyone can.
So the snow has to fall, sleep has to come.
Because the mother’s sick to death of her life
and needs silence.

(I hasten to add that this is not a reflection of my current state of mind; I just like the poem.)

Question

What is it about even the most innocuous emails from one’s dissertation director that causes one’s blood pressure and stress levels immediately to rise to unhealthy levels?

Hypothetically, I mean.

Two Small Things

First: I totally love you guys for being so supportive as I put up post after post bitching about my progress. You have no idea how much it helps.

Second: (Drumroll please …)

I.

AM.

DONE.

Okay, I’m not really *completely* done: my conclusion is all of about 5 pages now, so that will need massive expansion, and I have a ton of revisions to do on every chapter. But I’m officially done with a solid draft of THE ENTIRE THING. Jesus fucking CHRIST it took me a long time to get here. It would be embarrassing if I weren’t so damn happy to be at this point.

Right. I’m going home, where I will get Mr. Squab to make me a strong beverage of the alcoholic type. Later, bitchez.

Phtthhhhbbbbbbbt

You know how some days you kind of just hate everything you’re writing? Like, all your turns of phrase sound clunky, and none of your thoughts have any flow or coherence?

I’m having one of those days. Must. Plow. Through. I hope to god this stuff looks better when I reread it this weekend. Ugh.

Summonabatching Icehole

God DAMN it, I hate writing conclusions. They motherfucking SUCK ASS.

That is all.

Happy 4th of July

Got 2 pages done today, plus a solid outline of the conclusion. Which, considering that I was dancing my butt off at the Police concert until 11:30 last night, is really about as much as I hoped to do. (I’ll try to post some more detailed thoughts on the concert later.) Plus, it’s the freaking 4th! Why are you even READING this? Get outside and grill something, dammit!

PS – Happy Birthday, Mellie! Way to rock 26 years.

6 pages

A little rougher going today. But I’ve (mostly) finished analysis of the final scene of the Shaw play, which is huge. Tomorrow I’ll be working on the conclusion, which Ima predict right now will be on the skimpy side. But so it goes. Then hopefully I can do some revisions on earlier chapters on Thursday and Friday in preparation for sending it off to my long-suffering advisor next week. Oof.

Heading out to a concert later this evening. A nifty little group, perhaps you’ve heard of them: THE POLICE.

OMFG it is going to be so awesome.

Later gators.