10.5.06

Tagged by Amy and not really wanting to contemplate any longer the amount of work involved in editing my dissertation, I am going to do the five-things meme.

Five Things in My Fridge
1. Cream for my morning coffee
2. Fermented soybean chile paste
3. A bag of carrots
4. Red bell peppers
5. A bottle of Spanish sparkling wine

Five Things in My Closet
1. The laundry hamper
2. A box full of odds and ends needed for long-distance travel
3. The 1940s pink tweed blazer I wore at my wedding
4. The awesomest knit sweater by the awesomest knitter I know (I call her "Mom.")
5. Shoes not currently in favour

Five Things in My Purse Bookbag
1. Volume 5 of Belinsky's complete works: Articles and Reviews; 1841 - 1844
2. A print-out of the fifty-five-page, introduction-less chapter on which I am currently working
3. The lime green wallet Ptichka gave me for my birthday last year
4. A pencil case full of pencils
5. A Staedtler pencil sharpener for sharpening all my pencils

Five Things in My Car
I do not have one. Hee!

Five People I Tag
1. Georgie Girl
2. Miss Fish
3. Ptichka
4. Kathy
5. Ang

Now I should probably accomplish something for the day. I registered for a class called How to Become a Better Editor of Your Own Work, which began today, and am thoroughly discouraged because, well, the only way to become a better editor of your own work is to roll up your sleeves and work. At this stage in the dissertation I. am. tired. and I don't know how to get the spark back. What do you all do when you're sick to death of something but can't walk away from it? Or is it really just a matter of being a trooper?

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2 comments:

Jacey said...

When something I enjoy becomes lackluster I head back to the beginning. The source. I go back to the one thing that got me interested in the first place. There's a reason you're writing this dissertation and there's a point in your life that started the journey. A book you read perhaps? Go read it again.
Of course, I just wrote a post about a portrait that I have absolutely no intentions of finishing simply because I've lost interest, so it's possible that I have no fucking clue what I'm talking about.

Odilon said...

War and Peace here I come! Well, maybe I'll reread The White Guard instead.

I'm also looking forward to the fact that my advisor is returning from Berlin later this week. I've realized that isolation just kills me. And here I thought I was a misanthrope. Hmph.