The Drawing Board and Back: A Procrastinator's Tale

Remember when I wanted to write about male narration? Here is what it was like trying to research it:

 

There truly is very little to say about narration. Like there's nothing. How did I think I could research and write so much about it?! A couple weeks ago, I met with my professor, and we commiserated over the awfulness of writing essays over a topic you aren't interested in. It gave me the push I needed to let go of an already decaying corpse of an idea and restart at the drawing board. I promised myself I would start researching again to look  for something else, but then life and fear stepped in, and I resorted back to my procrastinator ways: avoidance, excuses, distraction. With a week to go, the manic fire of do-die lit and, hallelujah, I found a good question: How are Asian Americans portrayed in YA Lit?

And okay, I know: Why in the world would I, a white, conservative southerner, be writing about minorities?

Swimming Back to the Surface

This picture completely encapsulates how I've felt the past week. I've been drowning in all of these books I have to read but been too exhausted ( from being sick) to swim to the surface and make some progress on

them or anything else. But yesterday, I swam my way to the surface! I had to submit my research proposal for my semester long research paper in my English class. My Professor is all about having questions lead the writing. Which has been interesting because when I write, I like to write with the security of having an answer and the evidence to back it up. But, with a research paper, the point is the discovery--the journey of seeing what happens and going with the flow.

I'm not going to lie. I've been looking toward Monday the 13th with ever growing fear and dread.