So, I have a rather important essay due in on Friday. The word count is 2000 words, which doesn't seem very much for a third year essay, but I'm not complaining. My current total is a big fat zero words. I have roughly five pages of quotes and notes, and thoughts and scribbles, and the more I look at those five pages, the less sense they make. I've read so many books in the past few days that my brain is starting to ache.
Too. Many. Words.
I'm jealous of people that can power out an essay with weeks to spare. I wish I could be that organized. I have to wait until the very last minute before all of the information in my head aligns and begins to make sense, allowing words and sentances to form. If I tried to start writing it with two weeks left before deadline, nothing would come out - nothing of any substance anyway. I need The Fear. The fear that if I don't have the son of a bitch finished by 4pm the next day, I'm fucked. The feeling of 'I have to have this finished by 4pm in two weeks time' just doesn't have the same effect. Sad, but true.