Fact: Craving a brown sugar and cinnamon pop-tart at 11 pm is also a problem.
Tell yourself that if you work on your paper long enough to process the pop-tart before bed, you can have it.
As I swig my last sip of milk, wipe the crumbs from my lips, I stare at that tiny little sentence…
THE SECOND PAGE! We’ve hit the second page!! Perhaps just barely, perhaps with just a few trailing words on Surrealism in The Trail, but by golly we’ve hit it. It’s always the biggest barrier for me, the transition from the first to the second page. If I can write two pages, I can write a novella.
That is unless it’s on Kafka’s The Trial, which has got to be one of my favorite little novels. Don’t take the term “little novel” as one of endearment. This book is anything but endearing; it just really is a little novel. Regardless, I strongly suggest it to all.
I do NOT, however, suggest writing your research paper on the topic of your Cambridge graduate professor’s dissertation (WHICH is a billion pages long, AND is being published.) She’s already cooked up every topic on this kind of thing, making all I have to offer something lame, like Oatmeal.
But I’m going to hope that she is exceedingly sweet and fair with her grading, and maybe I’ll make it out of her Modern Lit class alive.
Alas, a “how’s work going?” text from Andrew made a slight pang of scholarly guilt strike my conscience, so I guess it’s off to page two and adieu to you.
Listen to this song, but most of all, look up the lyrics. I’ve been listening to it on repeat since Kelsea showed me because it is absolutely beautiful. In fact, I’ll post them for you!