PLEASE, I DONâ€™T WANT TO DO THIS
I woke up this morning, wishing it was already done
I dreamt it was half-finished
But itâ€™s not even begun
Argh, discontent. Grumble grumble. Why canâ€™t I work? Just get it done, Shawn. Frederick Jackson Turner, go.
1 Â½ pages done. So, at this rate, I will be done approximatelyâ€¦ never.
Organized, or organic? This paper is too long to plan out beforehand. While in other classes, I had a scary intuitive grasp of things, this will require much more research. Not good. Not good at all. Iâ€™m stuck. Iâ€™m stuck Iâ€™m stuck Iâ€™m stuckâ€¦
Well well, another sentence, another half an hour. Bravo.
Slog. That is the one word that describes this. It will not get any easier men; it will be a long, hard slog through the snow. Through the white space, we will leave our footprints. The words will slowly mar the surface until I have traversed the entirety of this essay. Perhaps if you are lucky, you will forget where you are and be surprised at how far you have walked.
Youâ€™ve learned the rules already. Break them at will. Go around the mountain instead of a straight line over it. Or perhaps you have dynamite.
Good work requires good breaks. Lunch. Approximately 1/3 of the way done.
Okay, Iâ€™m back in, â€œIâ€™m going to cry mode.â€ You canâ€™t talk about anxiety in a paper and then not get anxious yourself. Now itâ€™s going to take forever to get back into essay writing mode. No, it wonâ€™t. Donâ€™t psyche yourself out.
4 Â½ pages done. So, what, over half-way? Not so bad. I feel less panicky. Of course, I may feel more panicky once I have to study for my test. At this rate, I should finish byâ€¦ 10 oâ€™clock if Iâ€™m lucky.
Trying to force it again, as I move to the second half. Organic? Let it flooooowwwwâ€¦ (Also, time for a change of scenery.)
That break was entirely too long. Shit.
Pumping myself up! Eye of the tiger! I can do this! I can do this!!!! Rising up to the challenge…
Blather. Slog. Argh. Still trying to outline in my head. Just write, bitch. You canâ€™t edit what you donâ€™t have written down. Calm down. This music is too exciting. Itâ€™s making me anxious.
Ah Chopin, Now I can write.
Over 5 Â½ pages done, but now I feel like Iâ€™m rushing. Do I care anymore, though? Do I really care? Fuck it, just keep writing. At least it flows to the next section a little better. I might get to drop out Empire too. That makes things easier.
6 Â½ I sped up. Didnâ€™t I? But itâ€™s taxing. Rest again. On schedule, I think. 2 pages by 10 oâ€™clock? Yeah, I can do that.
Itâ€™s just too much.
Donâ€™t get discouraged. Take a couple minutes to clear your mind. Then, get another change of scenery and finish the damn thing. (But what about my otherâ€¦? Focus on one thing at a time. Your first priority is to get this done. Period.)
Is this song too beautiful to write to?
Hooray for block quotes!
I â€¦ I can see the end! There is but one page left. (Or two if Iâ€™m so ambitious.) It finally appears finishable. (That is not a word, but I donâ€™t care, Iâ€™m nearing completion hooray!)
Half a page to go. Shall I talk about empire or not?
My transcendent ending is so much more interesting. Oh how I wish I had started with it. But it is too late. I tire of this affair. It is crap, but I assume other people will be crappier.