Update

I am writing! I am working!

But I am not doing anything I said I would. In fact, I seem to be muddling my way very anally through my introduction.

Will I ever learn?!

Sometimes, working for me is like a lucky dip. This is the uncertainty that I hate. I open my work where I should be, then open my chapter on word and two hours later there I am still working out the wording for the second paragraph. It is working and for this I am grateful, but it is random and I don't like random.

Blah.

I keep daydreaming about kebab-shop chips... (while I am writing some particularly intelligent prose. I hope I don't end up with subconcious word-spills in my final PhD regarding fatty food...)

x J