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It turns out that classes don't start until January 16th, which leaves me with an uneasy amount of vacation time. I'm not particularly good at being productive sans any schedule at all, but of course I'll feel guilty for not getting more done with All That Free Time. So I find myself longing for the restart of classes in a way the me of a few weeks ago would've found a little disappointing.
What I'm trying to do is to use the intervening time for some writing (woo!), editing (...woo!), and translation work (woo?), so that my brain has not turned to jelly when classes actually start. We shall see how this goes. So far I've written most of another chapter on my theoretically primary project, translated four lines of Ovid, and cut my first chapter of the Big Editing Project by 1000 words. (Not in a polishing manner; I just cut off the first 1000 words, since I always hated that scene anyway, and now I'm staring blankly at the new start, trying to figure out how to make it catchy and clever and interesting.)
Naturally, this has mostly turned into catwaxing. I find myself trying to outline a novel despite knowing that I never finish anything of more than chapter length that I outline first, buying new notebooks specifically for translation purposes, spending a lot of time reading advice on editing, and all those other not particularly useful things that feel like productivity but don't actually result in getting anything done.
Which I suppose comes down to: business as usual. Except for the cedar pollen. Which is also usual for this time of year, but by god do I hate the constant itchy sneezing.
Oh well. Back to choosing the perfect pencil to use in this notebook to write out a header for the piece I am totally going to start translating soon.
What I'm trying to do is to use the intervening time for some writing (woo!), editing (...woo!), and translation work (woo?), so that my brain has not turned to jelly when classes actually start. We shall see how this goes. So far I've written most of another chapter on my theoretically primary project, translated four lines of Ovid, and cut my first chapter of the Big Editing Project by 1000 words. (Not in a polishing manner; I just cut off the first 1000 words, since I always hated that scene anyway, and now I'm staring blankly at the new start, trying to figure out how to make it catchy and clever and interesting.)
Naturally, this has mostly turned into catwaxing. I find myself trying to outline a novel despite knowing that I never finish anything of more than chapter length that I outline first, buying new notebooks specifically for translation purposes, spending a lot of time reading advice on editing, and all those other not particularly useful things that feel like productivity but don't actually result in getting anything done.
Which I suppose comes down to: business as usual. Except for the cedar pollen. Which is also usual for this time of year, but by god do I hate the constant itchy sneezing.
Oh well. Back to choosing the perfect pencil to use in this notebook to write out a header for the piece I am totally going to start translating soon.