and I finally finished Reclaiming the Imagination. After a month. Egads. Now, I pick up the pace and actually make progress on the dissertation. Actually, I must create my syllabus for ENG 225. I'm really excited about teaching this course--it's an advanced composition class and I get to design the course completely, but I'm a... Continue Reading →
Avoidance issues. . .
I have them. Right now, I avoid writing my dissertation by reading all sorts of "valuable" sources that will, I hope, be useful to the writing process. Really, I could be writing more if I wasn't so caught up in perfection. . .I hope I'm not a person satisfied with simply getting to the dissertation... Continue Reading →
Selecting Facts and Avoiding Wedding Meltdowns
I have not gotten as much dissertation work done today as I would have liked, due to the fact that I am worried about my wedding: my mother, who I love dearly and for whom I am grateful during the wedding planning process, has been looking for reception sites. She found one she loved--The Brown... Continue Reading →
The most important things I’ve learned today
I lack the ability to skim a text. I blame the inherent Catholic guilt; I am just sure that the author will come find me or haunt me if I misread or misunderstand his or her work. I also lack the ability to stop reading a text, even if it does not seem immediately useful... Continue Reading →
Questions
Why did I decide that a study would be a good idea? I'm not even sure I know what I want to look for yet in this diss, but I need to get the IRB app in before the semester starts. I'm not always the most socially adept person anyway; I tend to let conversations... Continue Reading →
Another day
Why is it so hard to do anything related to my dissertation? This isn't writer's block; this is no desire to do anything productive. Argh. It's too easy to not do the work that needs to be done. . .now I just need to suck it up. 1. Read the other invention stuff out there.... Continue Reading →
June
I somehow managed to waste the entire month of May. . .okay, that's not entirely fair. I finished the semester on May 9, which was followed by two weeks of mayhem at my parents' house: Millie, the Newfoundland my Mom rescued from a puppy mill, had to be euthanized after suddenly becoming paralyzed. Mom took... Continue Reading →
essaying the plains 