Submitted the essay. I think it's OK. Don't know if it's good, though.
Trailing in my wake are about four weeks of half-completed, half-thought-out LJ entries, sitting in corners of my brain, or text files on the laptop. There's stuff I want to say about France (so long ago!), Badgercon (of course!), studying, nationalities, time, friends, and probably lots of other things I've forgotten. I may take some of Sunday to impose some order onto them, finish some, and post some. Or I may be distracted by the feeling that the whole day will be mine, all mine, to do with as I choose, and end up doing nothing with it.
Doing nothing wouldn't be a bad thing, of course. It feels like a luxury.
Trailing in my wake are about four weeks of half-completed, half-thought-out LJ entries, sitting in corners of my brain, or text files on the laptop. There's stuff I want to say about France (so long ago!), Badgercon (of course!), studying, nationalities, time, friends, and probably lots of other things I've forgotten. I may take some of Sunday to impose some order onto them, finish some, and post some. Or I may be distracted by the feeling that the whole day will be mine, all mine, to do with as I choose, and end up doing nothing with it.
Doing nothing wouldn't be a bad thing, of course. It feels like a luxury.