And done. It's a rambling mass of incoherency. It's like I wrote a short paper on each of the five texts and then glued them together, poorly. But it's as long as it needs to be and it covers everything it needed to.
I was sadly not visited by my muse this time... with Meursault, at about 1:30-2:00 something just clicked and I started writing and didn't stop until it was done, just after three. And I looked back and said "Holy crap, I actually wrote all that straight through, no checking email or goofing off or bitching to myself about how I'm not sure I understand this bit."
K says I'm not allowed to worry about the paper, though. So I won't. (Why on earth is she awake? I have no idea.)
I was sadly not visited by my muse this time... with Meursault, at about 1:30-2:00 something just clicked and I started writing and didn't stop until it was done, just after three. And I looked back and said "Holy crap, I actually wrote all that straight through, no checking email or goofing off or bitching to myself about how I'm not sure I understand this bit."
K says I'm not allowed to worry about the paper, though. So I won't. (Why on earth is she awake? I have no idea.)