||[Jan. 10th, 2007|08:07 pm]
Discipula sum, literata ero... Ergo studere ibo.
This essay I'm working on is on the relationship between the kings of England and the papacy between 1042 and 1087. It's something that should be very interesting, and it is (I love all the Investiture and Gregorian Reform runaround), but... I just cannot make myself get as deeply involved in it as I know I should. As I usually can. |
This problem, fortunately, happens to me very rarely, but when it does... it really does. I think it has a lot to do with putting things off until the last minute (which I didn't really do, it was more last-minute-because-of-things-out-of-my-control, but still...) -- I know some people are galvanized by having to get things done quickly, but I prefer to have time to relax when I'm working on something. I actually seem to work harder knowing I've got more time. Maybe it's the fact that I like finishing things early, so I can actually enjoy free time without something hanging over me. All I know is that I tend to procrastinate worst when I've got the least time to work with. (Hence... writing this. Although I'm also doing this because I'm out of books to work with, I've exhausted JSTOR, and I can't get to the library until tomorrow morning. I do have a list of books all ready to go, so I've at least done something productive with my evening!)
I got that last form sent off to Toronto, and they said it should be there by a week at the latest (because we paid to have it there in 3-4 days). Hoping for the best, but I also got a reply from the folks at Toronto, who said that if it's a couple of days late, that's fine. So I'm not worrying about that too much.
At least my stupid cold is finally abating somewhat.
I can write 6,000 words in two days. Easy. No problem. And I rarely do much editing, so that should be fine. Give myself through Saturday to do research, Sunday and Monday to write, and Monday afternoon and Tuesday morning to do corrections.
I just have to make myself actually do it.