One of the things I hate most about working on my dissertation is how long it takes me to get started writing on certain days. Today was one of those days.
I sat in front of the computer eager to do anything other than write about J. M. Coetzee. Despite having a surprisingly large number of things to say about the topic, I sometimes find myself struggling to begin (or, perhaps more accurately, resume) writing, which can be frustrating.
But I pushed my way through the block, wrote a page I was not satisfied with, revised the page, and ended up doubling the amount I thought I would get done. So it wasn't all bad. Just frustrating.
For tomorrow: Read an article or continue with Life & Times of Michael K.