Okay, first: Successful Linux boot on an iPhone. I don’t know why I find this so hilarious and amazing, but I do.
I’m in the home stretch of my first of two final semesters. Never mind the fact that I have three art portfolios, two term papers, and one final due in the next two weeks and no time during which to do it, but all I want to do is write my book. In theory, this is quite encouraging. Usually, I don’t want to write when I don’t quite know what’s supposed to happen next - and I don’t really - so the fact that I want to sit down and try and compose is a good thing.
In practice, however, this is methodically inimical. I went to Ginn today to get two-plus hours of work done including my Consciousness paper and my Animal Cog paper abstract. While I did get the latter done, the former stays untouched; yet, I went in and edited a section of the manuscript that I’ve been itching to edit.
(He no longer works non-profit. This needed to happen.)
I always write when I travel, and I’m sort of bummed that I won’t be able to bring a computer to Israel with me. I’m hoping that New York will provide a new setting for more work, and that I can get some hardcore editing done on the plane. In the meanwhile, it will be proof of divine existence if I can get everything done this semester, regardless of whether I write fiction or not.
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