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an old procrastination ritual rears its ugly head
In undergrad, right around my sophomore and junior years, I would procrastinate the hell out of papers by writing other stuff. A quick dive into my XF fic folder (oh lord there are some real bad ones in there) puts a lot of them as written right around midterms or finals.
And now here I am, thirteen/fourteen years later, trying to compel myself to write a frigging 4-5 page, double-spaced essay (and, tbh, the rest of an IRB proposal) and I keep finding myself working on my Yuletide fic instead. As in, RescueTime tells me I've put in at least 7 hours over the last five days into the fic, and...like...an hour and a half on the IRB...and forty-five minutes on the outline for the essay.
Well, at least I know I can actually bang out a bunch of words when the spirit moves, right? Let's hope I can channel this into prospectus writing next semester.
(HA.)
And now here I am, thirteen/fourteen years later, trying to compel myself to write a frigging 4-5 page, double-spaced essay (and, tbh, the rest of an IRB proposal) and I keep finding myself working on my Yuletide fic instead. As in, RescueTime tells me I've put in at least 7 hours over the last five days into the fic, and...like...an hour and a half on the IRB...and forty-five minutes on the outline for the essay.
Well, at least I know I can actually bang out a bunch of words when the spirit moves, right? Let's hope I can channel this into prospectus writing next semester.
(HA.)