Writing work, that is.
(This week I’m actually on official break from the university until I start teaching a class for summer school on June 4.)
I’ve returned to the paper I delivered in Venice last fall as the starting point for my article, and I’ve dismembered it. It’s now lying in chunks on the screen in front of me, inanimate and utterly unprepossessing.
I mean, it has its moments, but I have no clear idea yet how I’m going to get it all to hang together.
Just call me Dr. Frankenstein.
Let’s hope my final product is not as monstrous as his.