Reached page 122 of my thesis today.

[Gyaos]

This shit is why I went against getting a Master's degree, dropped out of journalism and became an EMT. I can't sit and write for hours. I need to actually do shit.

 

My last paper was 54 pages and covered the portrayal of Puerto Ricans in North American media. I hated the process. You are fucking godly for writing that much...

[Bouvre]

I was cringing at how long your thesis had to be until this post. While it still sounds hard as hell, your professor gave y'all the creative freedom sweet spot. Congratulations on getting this far in your assignment.

 

Thank you! I sort of spaced in conveying that it was a creative thesis. But even so, as you know, there are moments of creative existential dread that slow down all the processes, and make creativity feel like a quagmire of debilitating doubt and self-deprecation, so it has its own share of oppressive obstacles.

 

Despite that, when you hit those moments where you're really excited, the pages just fly by.

[Bouvre]

How long have you been writing this since? Any idea of the hours invested?

 

I mentioned earlier iterations of detective fiction that I yearned to write, which were sort of like the smallest flashes of this oddball work. But it was during last summer that the piece really became something truly fascinating to me. I spent those three months hammering out 100 pages. They weren't great, but I managed to keep the shell of the first 50 pages to help recreate the outline for the "official" thesis first draft (the draft I'm currently on).

 

I don't want to imagine the hours invested. That would likely require also facing the number of hours staring at the blinking cursor, feeling overwhelmed.