The other day one of my friends told me, very seriously, that she thought being a writer sounded like a great job. "All you have to do is get up whenever you feel like, lounge around, write a little, lounge around some more, maybe write a little more -- it's like the best job ever!" she said, looking excited.
I did not burst out laughing. I feel very proud of myself.
She's in the business school. I feel that the B-school's and the College of Liberal Arts' ideas of "work" do not always overlap.
I did not burst out laughing. I feel very proud of myself.
She's in the business school. I feel that the B-school's and the College of Liberal Arts' ideas of "work" do not always overlap.
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Date: 2009-11-16 04:07 am (UTC)(Rough draft of eight-to-ten-page paper due in twelve hours. Six pages done. The information is all in my head, and the words even line up in the right order, provided I'm looking at something that isn't the document I need to be typing in. If I'm looking at the document I need to be typing in, all I can think about is the timelines of seasons one through three of Supernatural and how they change if Jess fit the pattern of all the fires being mothers of six-month-old babies. Apparently the most important change is that Sam dies in Nightshifter instead of All Hell. I haven't dared poke at anything post-No Rest yet. I tried typing up the reimagined Pilot and Nightshifter but ended up staring at a blank document thinking about the damn paper due tomorrow.)
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Date: 2009-11-17 04:04 am (UTC)