And I did the dishes, and took out the trash, and packed up most of my furniture, and spent time with my mother, and did most of my German homework, and found what has to be THE MOST AMAZING WEDDING PARTY EVER and...
In short, I procrastinated like mad. So, yeah, I guess I'm still terrified of the research paper. But in a more productive way than when I was writing the draft. I think. I hope.
I'm getting somewhere. And even though it feels like I've accomplished nothing, I can see that I've got a boatload of quotes I can use in my paper--I hope--and a few that are just hilarious. For example, "I did not know I contradicted anybody in calling your mother ill-bred."
Austen herself once wrote to her sister, "I do not want people to be very agreeable, as it saves me that trouble of liking them a great deal."
I guess I should be grateful for my mildly-disagreeable bajillion-page paper that's swallowing my life, then! (I do like my topic, and I like writing, and I often like essays. I just don't like this one right now.)
Back to work, at least until I get ambushed by a pirate ship. (That'd be a good excuse for getting distracted, right? Anybody know where I can hire a pirate ship?)