Whenever I can't get a project off the ground (which is to say, several times in the life of any project I decide to start), I think of history. According to my mother at least, I could never get anything going at the normal time. I'd start something, decide I could do things more easily some other way, and that would be it for the new thing. For a while, until I'd spontaneously just do whatever it was I had tried to do before, without any major problems. So, for example I started walking at some point, decided that crawling was far more efficient, and stopped walking...until the day when I just started walking like I had always known how to do it. This seems to be the story of my life.
It's been how I've learned languages, more or less, the way I settle into new countries, the way I make new friends, everything in fits and starts. And, apparently, it's the way I work academically. Which is a very roundabout way of saying that I've finally gotten a semblance of a draft proposal together. It's only taken months, I know. For those who aren't privy to my inner angst (and trust me, you don't really want to hear my inner angst, as it's somewhat repetitive), this won't mean much. But those who are in the know will know what a big deal this is. It's still not done, but it's ready to send out to select corners of the world to get feedback. It's done enough that I can almost see doing a PhD based on the ideas in it. So, in short, hallelujah! Now, I return you to your normally scheduled blog while I go back and try to figure out what my methodology might be.
*Tristino in his younger days, now that tiny bit closer to being reborn.*