Writing can be such a painful process. A few hours ago, I received critique from my two co-authors. They recommended an entirely new structure; so I feel as if I’ve got to start over from *zero* with just two weeks until our deadline.
Such is the life of an academic. The rug always disappears from under you at some point when you’re writing a journal article. You just never see it coming in the way the way it actually arrives. When it does, you have to I hang on for dear life — by whatever threads are left — in hopes that someday that paper will be good enough for people to want to read.
The notes I received were a bit cryptic, so I rang up Gavin, using Skype.
The best part of the call was that was I got to meet Gavin’s five-year-old son — yay! Seeing how curious this little guy was reminded me that I can’t wait to see my five nephews next week!
…It’s just that I’ll just have to squeeze in lots and lots of paper writing in the meantime….