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isozymei'm in a deadline hell of my own making; i told my boss i'd have a rough draft of the Massive Review Paper to her tonight, and i'm sticking to it.
the editor of the journal we're sending this to is about two feet up our ass about it and would like a finished manuscript yesterday, but that's not my main motivation to get done tonight instead of putting the last three hundred words off until tomorrow. the real fire under my ass is that i want tomorrow off, and not in a guilty maybe-i-should-be-doing-work way. i want to be free of work in a now-i-can-get-off-my-tits-high way.
since the start of this month i've written about five thousand words of science bullshit. it doesn't feel like a lot! it is a lot. i'm not a slow writer! it's just that all the sentences in this thing look like this: "Although later pathways localizing mRNAs are kinesin-dependent, the initial transit to the Balbiani body is likely mediated by a diffusion-entrapment mechanism, where resident Bb mRNAs diffuse into the Balbiani body and are then entangled or bound within the fibrous structure of the Bb."
see, that was disgusting.
(since the start of this month i've also written probably eight thousand words of fanfiction, which was much easier: "Tony rolls fifteen iron supplements in his palm. They’re going to sit in his stomach like a rock, but he’s so anemic his gums have gone bluish white. Extremis doesn’t care if he can’t keep up with the materials that it needs. It's using all the metal ions in his body to build radio antennae along his bones. Tony feels a shock of empathetic horror at the idea of pregnancy, a fetus filtering the nutrients out of its mother’s bloodstream, mindless and selfish in its quest for growth." Way better.)
if i can write about three hundred more words, i'll have a draft. it's not a pretty draft; i'm a little embarrassed to send it to my boss, honestly, given how half-assed i've been about nomenclature conventions and how it's shorter than i want and so on and so on.
god, i have played so much minesweeper while procrastinating the past two weeks
i'm really good at minesweeper now!
EDIT TO ADD: I FINISHED IT, THE DRAFT IS DONE; I'M GOING TO BE IN HELL GETTING IT CLEANED UP FOR PUBLICATION BEFORE THE END OF THE MONTH AND IT'S ONLY TWENTY PAGES BUT DEAR FUCKING GOD, THE REST OF MY WEEKEND IS FREE.
the editor of the journal we're sending this to is about two feet up our ass about it and would like a finished manuscript yesterday, but that's not my main motivation to get done tonight instead of putting the last three hundred words off until tomorrow. the real fire under my ass is that i want tomorrow off, and not in a guilty maybe-i-should-be-doing-work way. i want to be free of work in a now-i-can-get-off-my-tits-high way.
since the start of this month i've written about five thousand words of science bullshit. it doesn't feel like a lot! it is a lot. i'm not a slow writer! it's just that all the sentences in this thing look like this: "Although later pathways localizing mRNAs are kinesin-dependent, the initial transit to the Balbiani body is likely mediated by a diffusion-entrapment mechanism, where resident Bb mRNAs diffuse into the Balbiani body and are then entangled or bound within the fibrous structure of the Bb."
see, that was disgusting.
(since the start of this month i've also written probably eight thousand words of fanfiction, which was much easier: "Tony rolls fifteen iron supplements in his palm. They’re going to sit in his stomach like a rock, but he’s so anemic his gums have gone bluish white. Extremis doesn’t care if he can’t keep up with the materials that it needs. It's using all the metal ions in his body to build radio antennae along his bones. Tony feels a shock of empathetic horror at the idea of pregnancy, a fetus filtering the nutrients out of its mother’s bloodstream, mindless and selfish in its quest for growth." Way better.)
if i can write about three hundred more words, i'll have a draft. it's not a pretty draft; i'm a little embarrassed to send it to my boss, honestly, given how half-assed i've been about nomenclature conventions and how it's shorter than i want and so on and so on.
god, i have played so much minesweeper while procrastinating the past two weeks
i'm really good at minesweeper now!
EDIT TO ADD: I FINISHED IT, THE DRAFT IS DONE; I'M GOING TO BE IN HELL GETTING IT CLEANED UP FOR PUBLICATION BEFORE THE END OF THE MONTH AND IT'S ONLY TWENTY PAGES BUT DEAR FUCKING GOD, THE REST OF MY WEEKEND IS FREE.
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