I spent the day staring at the screen, pruning stuff out of my research proposal and polishing it off. I wound up dropping a bunch of planned data collection. It’s going to be much more manageable now. It’s not quite done, but definitely closer.
Tag: writing
I didn’t read Infinite Jest this summer, either.
Being a writer in a world that features Wallace would be like playing basketball in a world that has Michael Jordan, only none of us even know how to play basketball and we’re all injured toddlers with broken lacrosse equipment.
and
I know that if we as a society approached depression and mental health with the same dedication and persistence with which we approached drunk driving or smoking or, hell, littering in the past, we’d bury a lot fewer of our brothers and daughters and heroes.
genius. fucking genius.