I waited too long. It's now Wednesday, I've made very little headway, and I feel exhausted because I've spent the wee hours of each morning industriously avoiding my paper.
Gotta relax. I'm stuck in a psychological bind of my own making: when I'm intellectually alert, I'm so anxious and self-critical that my automatic writer's block shuts down any effort to get to work. When I'm tired and feeling like a zombie, I'm sufficiently zoned out to sit in front of my paper for hours, but I can fit neither ideas nor words together.
We'll see how this turns out.
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