utter confusion
This morning, at my office at school, I worked for 3 hours on my article. One of the things I did was pull off a very very large scab, and by that I mean that I painfully cut about 5 pages of really good methdological critique from my draft because I had to admit to myself that it no longer really mattered to my argument.
Not that I could actually articulate my argument even if I tried.
Every day I get myself more confused.
And I try to tell myself that this confusion is a good thing because it means that what I'm writing is complicated and important. Doesn't it?
This is just painful at times.
whine whine whine
posted by aerobil @ 12:31 PM
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1 Comments:
Okay, at first I was picturing you in your office, not working on the article, but picking at a scab. This is because that is what *I* would do. I would manage to avoid working at all cost, including inappropriate pickage.
So pat yourself on the back for working so hard, okay? Confusion is good--confusion means there is a puzzle to be worked through!
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