A letter to my chair –
Hello, good morning, and all the things,
This week has gotten the best of me and it was not my best. It appears I am suffering from a mostly localized case of writer’s block; however, since I’m a lowly doctoral candidate, it can primarily be described as a case of I’m really tired of this crappola. Interestingly, I have been able to read 2 books, one of which is a story about a woman suffering from true writer’s block and unable to write her 27th or 72nd book because she’s truly an accomplished writer and has written many manuscripts. Me? Well, I’m still on this one manuscript. Nonetheless, I have been able to read this week. Also, I was able to support many a force support activity including 2 lengthy volleyball games and a short stint as a fill-in server. Yes, I agree this doesn’t look or sound like any great reason to not have written much this week, but, in my defense, I have been struggling with priorities. Speaking of defense, I am clearly not ready, presumably because I can’t seem to finish the background section of my manuscript. On that note, why is it called a manuscript? I continue using the term paper but it probably doesn’t really convey the meaning of this “paper”.
I promise to make you proud although you’re undoubtedly questioning my abilities at this point. I’d like to reiterate that I am an accomplished writer, if this blog is any indication, and do take seriously the quality of words I write, errr…type. Granted, it doesn’t look like it right now. For weekly accomplishments, I’ve also managed to take a lengthy bike ride to determine my suitability for an upcoming 16ish mile ride through mountains and buffalo-roaming terrain. Clearly, I’m an athlete and must share my time between keyboard warrior and champion cyclist. As you can see, the current 12,000 word count of my aforementioned manuscript is just one measure of my shocking abilities to do things. I know you understand.
Indeed, as I write this letter excusing…explaining, rather…my lackadaisical approach to discipline, I have just returned from an adventure on foot to find my fleeting motivation along the winding neighborhood roads. This may seem like an easy feat; however, as my motivation tends to walk faster than I do, I am still unable to track it down. Nevertheless, I determined that if someone, anyone, would walk alongside me and write down my thoughts pertaining to this particular session on historical, social, and theoretical context, you may see the difference in the page count. Yes, I understand I have dictation software but could use an extra set of hands to type out my thoughts.
Finally, I appreciate your faithfulness and grace while I navigate this tough season of life known as the end of May. I do believe our bodies recall previous life seasons and, as I am a career college student, the school year typically ends in May which is why I have deflated like a balloon. My brain believes it is break time. Despite my best efforts to convince it otherwise, I have found everything to do except writing. Yes, even shopping, which I know you love to do, as well. See? We’re kindred spirits. Minus the fact your spirit is prefaced with the title Dr. Instead, mine is prefaced with the title IbetterstartwritingnowbecausethisworldwaitsonnooneandtimeisfleetingsogetittogetherKel.
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I ask you –
No questions. The jury rests.
(The post Pleading My Case first appeared here at Running on Fumes.)
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