I struggled with the Harriet Jacobs paper all weekend. I have 8 pages. 8, out of 15 or so for a draft due Monday at 630 pm. At least I have an idea, sort of.
This morning at 5:00, I’m flipping through my folders, figured I’d see when my Post Modern one is due. I knew it’s coming up, probably Wednesday or Friday.
Or Monday. At 11:00 am.
Somehow I managed to get the order of my papers mixed up, and did the last one first. Now that I think about it, I think I did that on the first go-round too.
So I have a paper due at 11:00 tomorrow, and not a single word of it written.
I’m going to cry myself to sleep now.
A few hours later, armed with ultra-caffeinated coffee, I’ll start writing.