Sunday, October 29, 2017

Music for the ages

I first saw this on Flavia's blog, back when we were all writing rather more regularly. It's absolutely necessary today, as Reformation Sunday and the 500th anniversary of the theses is upon us. Actually, no, it's just necessary because it's so outrageously well done; no occasion necessary.

I got 95 theses and the pope ain't one

Saturday, October 28, 2017

"It's not even fair"

--The words of my five-year-old upon the cancellation of this morning's playdate, which was to afford me and TM both 3 hours of uninterrupted work time.

Sure isn't. But the sitter is sick; no one is culpable. We'll go to a playground with his friend, maybe. But ohhh, what a boon those three hours would have been. Two blog posts down--in February--I complained about a dissertation that I was reading. Well, the final draft is in, and it's almost 300 pages long--mostly single-spaced, at that. I started it yesterday, and it's not bad in substance so far, but it's going to take me an absurdly long time to get through it, and...I don't wanna.

So...maybe I'm not so sorry about losing the time, after all?

Friday, October 27, 2017

Working from bed today

It's been a long first half of the semester. No real problems, or anything, but I'm teaching an extra one-credit course and I'm on way too many committees, most of which have long meetings on Friday afternoons or during my lunch break on Mondays, and I've been pushing myself hard on all fronts.

Or I was, until a few weeks ago, I guess. I submitted both my second book manuscript and my tenure file on the same day in early October--not a coincidence, as I wanted to say in my tenure materials that the book was under review. Up until that point, I was a highly organized and efficient machine, working steadily on the manuscript (and the tenure stuff as needed) and getting everything else done in the margins of that. Successfully, I might add. And I was running three times a week, plus yoga twice a week, and the house stuff.

Since the submission of those materials, I've been at a bit of a loose end. More than a bit. My work seems like a series of small, uninteresting tasks: grade these, answer this, write up that, read this. There's no sense of a coherent, driving project underneath it all. I have an article that I'm working on in the mot desultory way imaginable, and I can't really put pressure on myself to move that forward any faster, all things considered.

So I decided to do NaNoWriMo, just to have a Project. Kind of a silly reason, but I've had a half an idea for a novel for a while now, and why not? Whenever I've written long-form fiction (twice in my life, really), I've done it in big binges: a 200k novel in 6 months, a 90k novel in 56 days when I was on the job market for the first time. I don't know how much I'll actually get done--and I've allowed myself to start a few days early, because I'm sure that I won't write every day--but what the hell, after all. It's not like I need to write something for tenure right now.

Oh, and the title of the post: I'm home sick today. I'm not sure whether I'm sick, but I very likely am, or getting there; anyway I sure don't feel well, and I've been sleeping just terribly for a lot of reasons, so this is a day that's been long in the making, and I need it. Also, my TA will cover my discussion section (I'll grade some of his papers in return). Luxury indeed.