More words.
Thursday, I got an unsolicited not-quite-an-update on the progress of my article MS. I was told that it was still under review, that they'd get back to me soon, but that my file was "complex." Well, possibly (see here and here); but while I'm sure the update was well-intentioned, my brain jumped to the conclusion that it was going to get kicked back to me again. There was that sense of impending doom, followed closely by fear that I was going to never get published, my career would end... on and on like that.
And that fear -- irrational as it surely is -- got me going. I've drafted most of a new section of the current chapter I'm working on, another 2,300 words or so since Friday. Fear, apparently, is my main source of motivation. That can't be healthy, in the long run.
But in the meantime: this chapter may get written after all.
4 comments:
"Complex," eh? well that's confusing. Maybe it will end up like one of my mentor's articles. She submitted to a Journal of Excellent Studies once, and it published the piece... but two members of the editorial board resigned in protest! It was an extraordinarily interdisciplinary piece of work for it's day, and it freaked out the more conservative members of the board. Now, of course it's a classic.
This could be you!
I'm glad you've found your muse.
BOO! Now quickly, go write!
You're welcome to my favorite thing to call out upon getting news like this: "Rat bastards!"
Wow. Fellowship City could be my city! We have that much snow as well. I hate, hate, hate it!
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