I came back late Friday night, Gentle Reader, and so I’ve had a few days now to get back into it, but it’s just not happening. I think I’m Coming Down With Something (the ick, the travel cooties, what have you) and I’m slowly losing my voice. I need to get back to it as soon as possible–the writing, the reading, the preparation–and I don’t really have time to be sick.
As this was a working trip for me, I’ve had to give myself some time to let everything marinate, to think through my adventures and come up with a solid thesis statement. Today, I think, I will attempt to get some of that on paper, to work through the journal entries I wrote but did not publish here, the ones intended for the article, and finish working through some of the journal articles I need to read.
As for creative writing, I’m stuck on a scene right now, not sure how I want to progress. I might skip past that scene and see if I can move the plot forward, or completely rethink the scene itself to see if that helps further the storyline. I just hate being stuck, because it mucks up everything.
The Postmodern Bluestocking 