This is the “lost weekend,” the last big push before the next deadline in Monday morning. The week has been a little rocky due to a scheduled visit to the dentist and another to the doctor. The teeth are fine, mostly, just the same old stuff I’ve always had to deal with. The other thing is my right knee. Seems my right knee is inflamed. Been that was for three-plus weeks now, and for the past week it’s been keeping me from sleeping through the night. Could stress inflame the muscles and joints? My doctor thinks not. Just to make sure there’s a blood work-up, x-ray, and physical therapy in my future. In my present there are anti-inflammatories and fish oil capsules.
But the thesis, ah yes, the thesis. As I started in on revisions I found myself excising old paragraphs in favor of new one, to the rate of two bad for one good. My final thesis would be reduced to sixteen pages at that rate, and clearly under the minimum guideline of twenty. But I wasn’t going to panic. I reminded myself that I still had new sections to write, and that as I went along the thesis would catch it’s breath and expand.
And, somehow, it did. At page sixteen I am barely through the first third of my ramblings. So my fears were for naught. Except now I have to worry about whether or not I can nail this thing by Monday like I–
Wait a minute, wait a minute. I said I wasn’t going to push to write a crappy thesis just so I could have it done. I’ve got all semester to get it right, and as much as I’d rather be working on some story about goofy kids doing goofy things, I’m not going to let the expanding thesis monster push me around.
Still, it would be nice if it started co-operating a bit more and began to write itself the way the fiction sometimes does.