Today was the first day I got home before dark, since, I don't even remember when. But draft two is mostly completed and out of my hands. Now my brain feels like it's melting.
Also, I dreamt last night about editing papers and in my dream, the papers were perfect. When I woke up, I was really annoyed because they still needed to be written/edited/finished. I'm sure this means something. Probably that I need to do other things with my life.
Someone asked me today if I have time to write on the side. (I think she meant creatively.) It was hard to know how to answer. Because no, I do not write poetry or fiction at this point in time. I don't think that's really my forte anyway. It would be hard to explain to her that my academic writing requires a lot of creativity, although it also very technical.
I do feel pretty satisfied with this draft. I know it still needs work but it felt more solid. This feeling of satisfaction makes me very happy. It's craft. And it comes from my soul. So... yeah. Not on the side. Writing is all I'm doing (it feels). It's nice to see positive progression.
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