Woo, the past few days I've been caught in a serious writing vortex. This mostly toward the end of last week. I wrote so much on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday that my hand hurt on Saturday (sth vaguely carpal tunnelish) and so I tried to take the day off to read and do other stuff but I found myself sneaking--sneaking!--back up to my computer to fiddle and adjust and then ended up writing more. The last two nights I have woken up with larger structuring ideas that I recorded on an index card in the dark: "Kennedy/rhetoric: physical energy" reads one note. Another says "other ggΘ" (Θ=the symbol I use for theory), and that's followed by an arrow (-->) which is followed by nothing. I seem to put more bleary thought into punctuating and symboling my index card scribblings than the scribblings themselves: surely I could have remembered, upon waking, to work the Kennedy piece more. But I can't seem to recall what comes after -->
It's a little weird because I haven't written this way in awhile--the daily rhythms of teaching and advising normally make us do scholarly writing around the edges of the week and the semester, and then there's the interminable process of gearing up to write--but there's something about the combination of cold weather and sleeping whippets and a still house, oh, and no teaching that has produced this typing frenzy. I've always been a spurty writer, but this is a little extreme. If I keep it up, though, I'll be able to swap the new stuff with Cara on Friday, even though I already told her I was going to dust off a chapter I wrote months ago for that.
It makes me a fairly boring blogger, though, and even worse live company--I walk the dogs in a hazy daze and have barely managed to hold up my end of weekend phone conversations with friends and family. Luckily, John and I went to the movies yesterday which gave me a) a way to conceal my blurry condition and b) something besides my work to talk about at dinner. Phew.
Oh: The Squid and the Whale. Best movie I've seen in awhile.
