{ I won't be left dancing alone to songs from the past }

[delga]

So, the essay is killing me. I have a title, I have ideas, I have a vague plan but i can't write it.It really needs to be done by Friday so I can hand it in. I also have an LTC1 OE translation to complete for Friday morning. Argh!

My aunt got my message last night and cazlled me so I could ask her yadda yadda I'm going to London on the 3pm train to Waterloo. I just needed to make sure that there was space in the house for me and she was all do you even need to ask?! We'll just put you in the cellar! which wasn't reassuring but yay going to London, have I mentioned that enough times yet?

(Last night would be the third night that I went to sleep at 3am. If I seem a little out of it, that's why).

Writing should be the easiest thing in the world for me at the moment. And I'm not just talking about fics, I'm talking about myessay. I shouldn't have to falter over what it is that I want to say. Hmm, considerations. Should I take my laptop with me to London? I think I need an extra power supply. On the battery alone, the screen goes super dark. I keep the thing plugged into the wall if I can help it. Anyway, what was I taking about? Oh yeh, my first assessed essay and I can't write the damn thing.

It's basically an analysis of narrative in two texts that have been set on the course. Guys! I haven't written an essay since last year! The two texts in question are Virginia Woolf's To The Lighthouse and Zora Neale Hurston's Their Eyes Were Watching God (which has apparently been made into a film this year, starring Halle Berry as Janie Starcks. Interesting). They have obvious narrative styles: TL is stream-of-consciousness and EWG is basically free indirect discourse. I need to argue, firstly, that Woolf's novel is actually a bastardised version of free indirect discourse and then expound how the dialect in Hurston's novel isn't just a narrative ploy, it's part and parcel of Janie's identity and thus is a social label that harls back to oral traditions etc. etc.

So you see, I know what I have to write. I've actually written two tiny mini-paragraphs that I'll slot in at some point. But I have to get the bulk of it written. I wish I'd known when we were supposed to start this damn thing but I guess that'll teach me, eh? 3,000 words. I was supposed to start on Saturday and then do, like, 500-600 words a day but that turned out to be a dumb idea because I have so little discipline, it's practically untrue. Not just that but writing in 600 word bursts is a fantastically poor idea for someone like me because I know I'll drop the thread at the end of one session and not start up again. I know that if I can just start this damn thing, I can probably get it written in two sessions. Then I can proof, edit and type it up. Oh, didn't I tell you? I hand write my essays first, then I type them. This is because I can't be coherent on a computer. And I quite enjoy the pressure of writing, the dull aches it can leave in your hand if you've been working hard enough. That's an odd comfort.

To conclude: pica is likely to be linked with an iron deficiency. I've been researching it for a couple of days now. It's interesting. I still can't validate the connection to OCD. Now that I think of it, I don't even know where I dreamed that connection up. But it's making for interesting procrastination, that's for sure.

Comments

[delgaserasca.livejournal.com]

No, no, no. Sorry. London, UK. Waterloo station. :)

[delgaserasca.livejournal.com]

I know. the best one is when someone says Peterborough, meaning in Canada, and I think they're talking about a town that's literally ten minutes from where I live. That confuses the hell out of me.

[delgaserasca.livejournal.com]

Oh, phew!

How is the song writing going? Remember, I get first dabs on your second album!

I'm trundling on. I can't wait to see you. I might be back the week before, actually, so I'll make sure to come into school :D

Love&miss you xxxxxxx