Sobriquet 48.2

It seems that the closer I get to finally finishing the critical reading I have been doing in preparation for my dissertation chapter on Disgrace, the harder it is for me to focus. I suppose that, like Sisyphus, I feel the weight of my task more heavily as I approach the final push, but this has been awful. Still, I did read another essay on Disgrace and, actually, since I am still waiting for The Philosopher's Dog to arrive in the mail, the only reading I have left is a bit of Coetzee's own criticism in White Writing. So that, I guess, is a good thing . . .

The procrastination with which I have been wrestling, though, has been of a particularly bothersome variety. Granted, I am glad that I took the time to study fractal geometry this evening, but I wish I could have gotten my reading done before three . . . and that's with the extra hour I gain by setting the clock back.

For tomorrow: Read or prewrite.


From Minxy:

I can't say that I've ever dealt with the procrastination that seems to be inherent in dissertation writing, but I do know procrastination in terms of knitting on a deadline. I wait and wait and figure I have plenty of time to get things done and then BAM, I'm up til 2 AM several nights in a row finishing the stitches and weaving in ends. It's always such a sucky feeling, but it happens more often than I'd like it to. One would think I'd learn after a few times that it's better to get my shit done earlier, but I apparently am a slow learner. So while I have no idea what it's like for you with your situational specifics, I definitely feel ya on the being almost done but putting it off.

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