Well, it's almost that time of the school term, to start the long procrastination process towards the last project paper before my thesis in the Spring. It will be great, filled with post after post of angst and off-putting. I know you all have been eagerly looking forward. And it will all begin as soon as...oops, wait, I almost forgot. I'm done with my paper.
It's not my fault. I had a week of almost no work (this past week has been the Danish autumn holiday week/reading week, so I had no classes as a student, and all but one of my classes as a teacher were cancelled) and a fairly solid idea for a topic, I made a plan...and actually stuck with it and finished the whole thing. Well, I have a couple theoretical points that I'd like to add, a book or two and maybe some articles that I'd still like to read and incorporate, but really, if I had to, I could print it out and turn it in right now. From nothing but an idea to a fully formed 7,000 words plus appendix of data in 8 days. Like an academic Ferrari. O.K, maybe an academic Porsche. Just to give an idea of the magnitude of this achievement, the official due date is the 4th of January. I am planning to turn it in by the 8th of December before my Christmas trip. I should have the editing done by the end of the month.
I'm convincing myself to be proud - I'm not good at feeling proud...it's that perfectionist perennial feeling that I could have done more getting in the way - but I'm a bit nervous for my status as patron goddess of procrastination. Can I get things done in an orderly way, in advance or even well in advance, and still retain my title? More importantly, will everyone around me be dreadfully disappointed in this small disruption of the cosmic order?
When I finish the reveling (which should last until I go back to working all the time, which happens tomorrow), I'll write about the paper itself. Be prepared to snooze at the computer screen.
*obligatory China photo, and my sincerest wish, taken in a small auditorium along the banks of the Yangtze*