There were a lot of January blues around - dark nights, dark mornings, perhaps, and a sense that with all the lurgies going around, no one quite had Christmas off, so batteries weren't recharged.
Myself, I feel a sense of unease.
The Pratchett book, despite being in existence, still has an administrative impact as I tie off loose ends.
Pretty well all the lectures I am giving are slightly rejigged versions of stuff delivered in the past. Whilst it's good to be in this position - there's a sense of something missing. Even the newcourses modules which I airlift into have old lectures zapped in the microwave. The essay questions conflate those set in the past.
I'm coasting.
And then in the research side of life, I have 120,000 words to copy edit and play with, and the job is not as straight forward as it should have been. One of the things I'm trying to do is bring it all in line with the supplied style guide - which most people seem to ignored or maybe haven't seen - only I'm finding inconsistencies. Abbreviate numbers 211-2, but they mention the 1914-18 war, which probably should be 1914-8. Ect. Ect.
I also need to reread a book for a corrected edition - oh yes, and the deadline is now a month earlier. Chiz.
I need to read a pile of submissions.
I've been shuffling bits of paper around to programme a conference.*
We're having meetings to achieve research clustery goodness. Bestill my beating heart. I've been here before.
Old wine. Old bottles.
I need to write that paper on comedy - especially as by this time next week I will have delivered it. I need to rewrite the ICFA paper on queer YASF to deliver at work - but given work's attitude to related issues I'm not convinced we aren't being used. I've heard tell that things are becoming more liberal but I'm wary. I probably owe someone a paper on Mieville. There's two chapters to draft for separate projects, and three to draft for a third.
I need to get my mojo back. I can't afford to wallow in boredom, which I suspect is what it is.
I felt productive on Saturday, but I still lost large parts of the day. And, foreseeing a room catastrophe waiting to happen next week, I'm now up too late and risk losing tomorrow morning to sleep.
* "Negotiating the Mediascape: Theory and Practice Interchange in Contemporary Media" since you asked.
Myself, I feel a sense of unease.
The Pratchett book, despite being in existence, still has an administrative impact as I tie off loose ends.
Pretty well all the lectures I am giving are slightly rejigged versions of stuff delivered in the past. Whilst it's good to be in this position - there's a sense of something missing. Even the new
I'm coasting.
And then in the research side of life, I have 120,000 words to copy edit and play with, and the job is not as straight forward as it should have been. One of the things I'm trying to do is bring it all in line with the supplied style guide - which most people seem to ignored or maybe haven't seen - only I'm finding inconsistencies. Abbreviate numbers 211-2, but they mention the 1914-18 war, which probably should be 1914-8. Ect. Ect.
I also need to reread a book for a corrected edition - oh yes, and the deadline is now a month earlier. Chiz.
I need to read a pile of submissions.
I've been shuffling bits of paper around to programme a conference.*
We're having meetings to achieve research clustery goodness. Bestill my beating heart. I've been here before.
Old wine. Old bottles.
I need to write that paper on comedy - especially as by this time next week I will have delivered it. I need to rewrite the ICFA paper on queer YASF to deliver at work - but given work's attitude to related issues I'm not convinced we aren't being used. I've heard tell that things are becoming more liberal but I'm wary. I probably owe someone a paper on Mieville. There's two chapters to draft for separate projects, and three to draft for a third.
I need to get my mojo back. I can't afford to wallow in boredom, which I suspect is what it is.
I felt productive on Saturday, but I still lost large parts of the day. And, foreseeing a room catastrophe waiting to happen next week, I'm now up too late and risk losing tomorrow morning to sleep.
* "Negotiating the Mediascape: Theory and Practice Interchange in Contemporary Media" since you asked.