|Roman Wall, London|
This week has been what I thought was an off-week. I've not spent any time in the library, have done no research and hardly any writing, apart from my regular journal entries. I have spent almost the entire week in some park in Bloomsbury: Russell Square, Gordon Square, Tavistock Square, St. George's Gardens. I've been reading novels and listening to experimental music. I've been musing, fretting, crying, and feeling the cool rain on my face. I've walked through Kensington drenched in the rain, in fact, from head to toe. I've walked through the City, leading a group of bored twenty-somethings along the ancient Roman London Wall. I've spent hours sharing thoughts and ideas with my best friends, 4500 miles away.
But I have accomplished nothing.
And right there, that's the lie, do you see it?
The truth is that I have accomplished a great deal this week. I have seen and felt and thought.
It's true I have a project due in a week and I haven't written a word, until today that is. Today I've already typed 1000 words, and I'm still on a roll. I was frustrated with myself all week long because I had nothing to show, no time researching, no time writing, and so no words. I forgot that I had in fact been writing all week long.