I spent another day in my den today, just plugging away at my thesis. If that sounds like a boring premise for a journal entry, I will completely understand if you stop reading. But, it’s all I really have to report. Unlike many bloggers/journalers out there, I don’t devote large portions of my day trying to come up with clever and witty entries. My feeling is that, if you want to read it, you’ll read it. If you don’t want to read it, you won’t.
I admire the folks who blog and manage to find a way to be funny every day. It’s not something I have an easy time doing, and when you’ve got a major writing project hanging over your head, it’s not really something you have time to do. The fact that I actually spend time with this journal at least once a day is enough for me.
On days when I have time, I contribute to the SoapBox. It had been my hope, upon establishing it, that others would fill in for me on those days when I didn’t have time. That hasn’t really happened yet, but I hold out hope that it will someday.
For me, this next week has to be about my thesis and my thesis alone. I am getting closer to a place where I feel like I’ll be able to get a fully revised draft turned in. But, in order to realize that goal, I need to keep working. That may mean another week’s worth of boring drivel in this space, and maybe more than that, but it’s a price I’m willing to pay.
The novel still excites me, despite the amount of time I’ve put into it. I do feel the beginnings of self-doubt creeping in on me, but I’m doing alright in holding that stuff off. I just have to keep on plugging away.