I'm currently working on my first written assignment in two years (thus the lack of posts lately!) but just wanted to share- I forgot what it was like to write like this.
The nervousness of sitting in front of a blank screen, and the challenge that awaits of drawing out things to say that aren't completely banal (the first sentence I write is usually the most banal thing ever written, but it must be got out to get past it!)
The slow build as you realise that there IS something you have to say and it IS coming out, sure enough.
And the quiet euphoria that awakens when you draw back for a nanosecond and realise you have been writing, completely writing, for minutes on end and it's good work. Blissful.
Bliss that's broken by a neurotic compulsion to do something, anything to get away from the desk- more tea (but you don't want one.) Trip to the bathroom? (don't need to- but maybe you should walk over, just in case?) A five minute break- just five minutes, I can take five minutes! (Which is disproved half an hour later when you look at your watch, silently praying that it's not past 11.30am because that will mean you really HAVE come off the rails. 11.42am? really?)
So my question (I do have one!) is this: why, when writing is so deeply satisfying and so essential when a deadline is looming (day after tomorrow, thanks for asking) is it so flipping hard to keep at it? Older, wiser, further-along-in-your-studies-er people, this one's for you!