I have two courses of students working on final papers this weekend. I’m fielding various emails and queries, trying to send out good vibes to each and every person on this difficult final weekend of the quarter.
But I’m also writing.
Or, to be clear, not writing.
Because this post is one of the various ways I too am enduring a deadline.
You all have pieces due on Tuesday. Mine is due Thursday. It’s painful! There’s a version of the piece I need to write in my head. And I know I can get there. It’s just excruciating to reckon with the gulf between what’s on the page now and what needs to be there eventually.
I promised myself I’d have a new draft complete before I go out for a run. I got about halfway through. Then I had to watch a YouTube video. And eat a couple hard-boiled eggs. Then I just had to write this post.
To those on deadline today, I salute you.
We will prevail!
I’m envious of hard deadlines. Cruising through my early 70s, writing at my leisure, I often wonder if a little pressure might promote a few more (some?) diamonds. It’s a double edge sword I’m afraid. 😳