The lack of posts this week denotes the fact that all of my writing energies have been transferred to paper writing.
You may think that this is my cup of tea and, to a certain extent, you're right. Man, tea sounds good right now...Anyway. I'm good at writing things about mental illness or the sacramental theology of spit in the New Testament. No problem. But my one major weak area in academic writing has been for literature. I can't find the point.
Why would I write about something someone (and lots of other someones) have already written about? My work will only make people think more about a piece of writing which, in itself, may be beautiful but has no practical value. So what if I can prove the nonexistence of a particular character in a Poe story or try (and fail) to find evidence of trinitarian symbolism in a Shakespeare play? It's all so meaningless that I can never take it seriously or really do well. Or choose a paper topic.
But my little internal crisis here has very little to do with the fact that I still had to write this paper. Actually, I needed to write two, but that just didn't happen, so I'm pushing that off for another month.
Wilde's aesthetic theory as it applies to his personal views on Christ.
I'm currently 1,000 words over the word count (That is not a good thing, I assure you). I have never gone over on a word count before. I also only have 5 sources for those 4,000 words. And I'm pretty sure if I were to take a critical look at it (like my professors will), that I'd find at least 2500 which do not belong.
I'm so sick of looking at it, though, that I can't think objectively. Therefore, I'm tucking it away until Sunday, when I will go in the file butcher mouse in hand.
"Yes, Alex, I'll take 'Things That Make Me Feel Unfit For Gradschool' for 500, please."
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