different routine

writing in the social work building is new. not exactly good - but certainly quieter than construction central over at Spadina. that was a bit much this morning, so i opted to leave.

WIth a full belly of mercurio sandwich and cappucino - i am desperate for a nap.

The writing process took on a new shape today. I wrote in my big black book. One page per idea. One page to say the focus of the central arguement and the intension of the lit review.

I need to remain very focused and very centred on this work. My task for the weekend is to come up with my lit review annotated bibliography and fit the pieces into the article. I can be thinking both big and small and write longer things for the big paper and teeny summaries for the outline.

BW was more than helpful yesterday. I think we cleared the air, and are back on track. I was right to be so upset this summer. But i can move on now. This is a learning process and it is not very often that one is afforded such a flexible environment to learn and such an opportunity to learn about oneself and the challenges that we can respond to and cringe at.

Now that I have lived through my screwup - i can move forward. now that i know the work is just long, not hard, i can get it done. this is not very hard. it is just time consuming, and i have a short attention span. I think i have to knit something more complicated and that will help me focus. I am too undulgent in my instant gratification. This is going to take two years. One page a day.